You and your boyfriend, Draco, lie in bed, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

He had no shirt on, the dark mark on his forearm completely visible. You couldn't help yourself from staring.

Why was it so tense, you ask? You both knew the war that was coming. Hogwarts against Voldemort and his death eaters. And now that Draco was a death eater, he had no choice but to go to war with the place he grew up in. The children, the professors, the friends he grew up with.

"We're going to war, y'know." He spoke, interrupting the silence, saying the obvious thing.

"Obviously." You replied.

He ignored that, instead speaking again. "I want you on my side. With the dark lord."

Your head snapped to him. How could he expect you to do that? You hated Voldemort. With all your heart. And your friends, how would they feel if you betrayed them? Your father, Remus Lupin? You could never. "Absolutely not."

Draco sneered. "If The Dark Lord wins, which he will, you're dead. You and your stupid friends. And I don't want you to get hurt."