Draco lay in bed, sulking as usual. He didn't particularly like muggle borns, but he would rather put up with them than destroy them. Besides, the dark lord would show no mercy even to his closest servants. How odd that his own parents could not see that. If Draco did not obey the dark lord and join the death eaters, he would surly be killed, despite the protests of his mother.
Draco shuddered at the thought. He sighed uneasily and rolled onto his side, closing his eyes in the dim dungeon light, but before he could truly drift off into yet another fit full sleep, he heard the flap of wings as his owl soared into the sixth year Slytherin bedrooms. With another sigh, Draco opened his eyes and forced himself to stand up and retrieve the letter his owl had brought.
With dread, he opened the envelope. He had failed yet again to kill Dumbledore, Weasley had gotten in the way. He had no grudge against Dumbledore, but it had to be done. It was him, or the headmaster.
You have failed again to do as I ask. If you should fail again, I will kill you and your mother.
I hope that encourages you to act much more than your half hearted attempts. Do not
doubt that I mean what I say. If you should fail, you will die.
Draco paled. What should he do now? He had no other choice. His mother, his dear mother. He felt like he was going to be sick.
He heard someone enter the dormitory. He crumpled the letter in his fist, and turned to face whoever it was who had dared to disturb him. It was Blaise.
"Come off it Malfoy, what are you doing in here? Goyle and I were going to go down to the quidditch pitch. Come on mate, quit sulking and do something for once." Blaise said with mild concern. It wasn't like Blaise to sympathise, but Draco supposed it must be rather unnerving to have one of your best mates constantly hiding under the covers in his bed, but he didn't care.
"What's it to you?" He snarled. "You've been sneaking glances at that Weasley girl. Come off it, I've seen you." He accused. Blaise began to splutter in surprise. "The way you look at her, only a fool couldn't see it. I have work to do. Unlike you." Draco whipped his shaggy blonde head around and aimed a kick at his trunk, which flipped open and expelled quite a few pairs of boxers and socks. "It's not fair!" He yelled. Blaise stood silently behind him.
"All-Alright mate. I- I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone now." He turned to leave, but stopped. "I'm not a traitor Malfoy. Weasley may be a fox but I don't favor her any more than I favor Pansy." He said quietly. Draco swallowed carefully and sat down on the bed, tears threatening to spill over the rims of his eyes. It's lucky his tossled hair hid his eyes from Blaise.
Blaise pause a moment, and left the dormitory. Draco let out a dry sob as the door shut. He thrust his face in his hands. He was going to die. His life was over. His mum was going to die. He was going to fail.
He sobbed again and looked up from his hands, staring at his reflection in the window. That was when he saw the wardrobe reflected from behind him. He turned around and looked at it carefully. He remembered last year when a boy from his house had gotten trapped in a vanishing cabinet. They had died out of fashion long ago, but apparently there was one at Hogwarts.
He stopped crying. That was it. He wouldn't fail. The vanishing cabinet, the room of requirement! That was it! He would have to find it again, but he was sure it would work. He wasn't going to die! He wasn't going to die.