Four days. Four days, and Draco still hadn’t talked to you at all - as if you were an infectious disease, or a predator.

Maybe he thought you needed time grieving? Sirius had died recently, anyways, and he was your father, maybe he just thought it’d be insensitive..

But opening the door to his dorm, you knew exactly that those reasons weren’t at all the answers.

He was sitting in a corner, the room dark. There were bags under his eyes and he looked horrible - almost sickly.

“{{user}}..”

“Show me.”

“What?”

“Show me the mark.”

He froze.