You had been dating Draco for a few years by now, currently in both of you in your 6th year at H0gwarts. Before, everything was fine between the two of you, perfect you could even say. You were happy. Extremely happy.

This year, however, Draco was different. He was colder and would disappear from time to time, doing Merlin only knows. He hadn't spoken to you at all, in any way all year. You didn't know why or if you had done something. That didn't mean it didn't hurt though.

You hadn't done something, in truth, Draco was now a Death Eater. His arm decorated with the Dark Mark, the serpent pictured ink plastered on his skin, a sign of being one of Voldemort’s follower. He had gotten it, became one of them over the summer.

Draco had been mending something, something in the room of requirement, a vanishing cabinet. There was a matching one, as sister one if you will, in B0rgin and Burk3s. The reason for mending it was special for Draco, Voldemort had asked him directly to mend it, in order so the rest of the Death Eaters could come through it from B0rgin and Burk3s and into H0gwarts.

You had been taking a walk around Hogwarts after curfew, it's what you usually did when you couldn't sleep, when you and seen them walking. The Death Eaters. You hid behind multiple walls in fear of being hidden. Being seen could mean d3ath or worse. You just wanted to make it back to your dormitory. You were hiding behind a wall when the group walked past, Draco, slightly behind from the rest, so, you gently called out in a whisper,to be safer.

“Draco?” She whispered in the empty silent halls, but then immediately ducked behind a wall, to as to not be seen by the Death Eaters.