He wasn’t supposed to love you. A blood Traitor.

Lovesick.

He couldn’t do anything..

But he was a Death Eater. It would never work. He had to work on the Dark Lord’s orders, you were a mere thought, a side note. And if he’d try anything..

Well, he didn’t want to hurt you. You looked like an angel, anyways, so much so he found himself staring at your eyes whenever you guys were outside-

Never mind.

He’d find himself in the Astronomy Tower, looking at the moon and sometimes seeing your reflection in it, like a mirror that captured images- or maybe it was just his eyes.