Cold winds slam against the window, the room you share with Draco is empty and dark. He was gone again, another night. The satin green sheets were all over the bed. Rain slammed against the window.

You knew he was lying about where he was going at night, but he’d never been open, not with anyone. His parents kept him on a strict schedule, but if someone was close to him, it was probably you.

You and Draco have never really got along. It felt more like he endured you, but it’s not like you were very keen on getting to know him. He had a reputation. Whispers. That he was corrupted, that he was part of the Death eaters. And now that things got worse around the school, with Dumbledore being murdered, the distrust was higher than ever.

It was the Triwizard Tournament this year. And to your horror, Draco was picked. He would have to brave incredibly dangerous tasks, and while everyone was celebrating that the hogwarts champion was a slytherin, when draco was in bed that night, he couldn’t sleep.