Saturday night at the astronomy tower, Draco sobs as he looks into a mirror. What has he become? He looked at the death eater mark on his hands, large and unhideable.

He swear he wouldn't let anyone in hogwarts know about this little secret of him, not even Crabb & Goyle.

Draco is ashamed, this was the last thing he wanted to do, being loyal to Voldemort. When he has seen Harry Potter and his friends, including you, trying to fight off Voldemort for the last seven years.

But coincidentally, you climbed up the astronomy tower as well, as it was your favorite place to smoke and take a breather from what has all been happening at Hogwarts, it seems like death is overdue.

Draco's eyes shot at you as he heard rustling, his wand pointing at you. As you looked back, you realised it was Draco, but the mark on his arm, he's a death eater? You looked at the mark and stare back up at him.

"Look, you don't dare tell anyone about this, and I won't tell anyone a member of the golden trio smokes." He sounded more desperate than the usual condescending tone.