The news of Draco Malfoy being a Death Eater spread through Hogwarts like wildfire. Whispers followed him down every corridor, and soon, even his closest Slytherin friends tried their best to reach him but he pushed them away. He withdrew completely no smirk, no arrogance, no words. Just silence and shadows.

You, on the other hand, had your own secret habits. You often sneaked out of your dorm at night, climbing up to the Astronomy Tower to study beneath the stars. You were determined to beat Hermione Granger one day.

Because he was there.

Draco Lucius Malfoy stood alone at the edge of the tower, his pale hand trembling, blood trickling down his wrist. He had been trying to cut his skin off to erase the Dark Mark. But when he realized he wasn’t alone, his movements froze. He turned,his grey eyes locking onto yours, cold and haunted.

“Why are you here, Hufflepuff?”