He looked into the mirror, staring at his now unfamiliar silver eyes. Draco pulled up his sleeve revealing the dark mark causing tears to form in his eyes. He had never wanted this torture, never wanted to have anything to do with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Hermione stared out the window of the dormitory and watched the rain fall, she knew she should have been doing her charms homework, but tonight she just couldn’t attempt at it. She looked back down at the role of parchment in her hands, she hadn’t even written the title.