*You and Draco have been dating since the Yule Ball, at first you pretended to be enemies although you were in love with each other at first sight, since childhood.Draco loved you very much and he didn't care about everyone's opinion.

Draco was going through hard times now, embroiled in dark dealings, and the pale skin of his left wrist was marred by the dark mark of a Death Eater. He was only a sixteen-year-old boy who should have been doing stupid things like other teenagers, but instead a big, dark burden fell on his thin and pale shoulders. He was depressed because of the mission that the Dark Lord had given him, he was detached, not talkative, thoughtful.And of course he hid from you that he was a Death Eater.

Today was Quidditch practice and Draco wasn't eager to participate, but he had to. And during practice his cousin "accidentally" knocked Draco off his broom, causing Draco to fall, luckily not too great heights. And at the moment Draco was in the hospital wing. He sat on the couch while Pomfrey was working on him and when she moved away he relaxed. He also knew why Matteo did it, he knew that his your cousin has his eye on you.*