So this is what I have been working on.
Dawn is my most favorite OC.
I feel like she is my persona only amplified.
Construtive critcism is appreciated.
Also, tell me what you think.
I don't wanna continue if no one is going to like it.

There were three things about Dawn Caden that everyone knew. For one, she was a Death Eater. Now, no one could be absolutely certain, but her least favorite red-haired, freckle-faced, Gryffindor claimed to have seen the Dark Mark on her arm. The second was that she was the only girl on the Slytherin Quidditch team and the best keeper that they've ever had. And the third was that she was not-so-secretly in love with Draco Malfoy, but fought with him almost constantly.

The two grew up together. Their fathers were friends in school and worked at the ministry together. The Malfoys and the Cadens were two of the Dark Lords most valuable and obedient followers.

They dated for a short period of time and when Dawn caught Draco in a broom closet, tongue down Pansy Parkinson's throat, she ended it right there and bickered with him since.

Dawn pulled herself out of bed early Saturday morning to prepare for the Quidditch match against Gryffindor. Groaning, she pulled herself to the shower and let the cold water trickle over her olive toned skin. Her eyes drifted to the black mark that stained her arm and growled. She hated it. She hated what it represented. She hated how it made her feel. She hated that it was forced upon her. Violently shutting the water off, she wrapped herself in her towel and exited the shower.

She quickly wand dried her hair, applied her make-up, and slipped into her Quidditch robes. The dark-haired witch quietly made her way to the Slytherin common room where Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and Draco Malfoy were dressed, ready to take off with the rest of the team when they arrived. When Theo spotted Dawn, he pulled himself off of the couch and sauntered over to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Dawn smirked and turned to face him. The two shamelessly flirted as Draco stared at them with discontent.

"Get a room!" Draco growled as Theo's lips smashed into hers. Dawn smirked as Draco walked out of the common room. Theo, Balise, and Dawn followed and went to the Great Hall for breakfast. The rest of the team joined them and the seven of them ate together then left, chanting about Gryffindor's downfall.

Dawn joked and goofed off with the team as they headed out on their brooms to the field. She took her spot at the goalposts and the last thing she could remember was Draco kneeling next to her, calling her name.

Draco sat in the waiting room of the Hospital Wing. He'd been there for two hours before he heard the frantic clicker-clack of heels as the hit the hard ground. He looked up to see Olivia Caden, Dawn's mother, running down the hall toward him.

"Draco." She grabbed the blonde wizard and squeezed him. There were tears in her eyes. "What happened?" Draco gritted his teeth.

"Nott was too busy flirting with her to pay attention to where the bludger was going. It hit her in the shoulder. She fell and her head hit the ground pretty hard." Olivia cried out and Madame Pomfrey stepped out into the room, glaring at the slender witch.

"She'll be just fine. I'm keeping her a few days to observe her while she's healing." Her voiced sounded rather harsh. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Well don't sound so bloody glad that she's alive." He snapped. Olivia rested her hand gently on Draco's shoulder.

"Pay no mind to her tone." Olivia stiffened. "I'll be speaking to the headmaster about it." The two pushed past Madame Pomfrey and walked to where Dawn was asleep.

Olivia remained for an hour then told Draco she would be back tomorrow as she left. Draco stayed, Dawn's hand in his and drifted off to sleep, only to be awoken an hour later by the voices of Madame Pomfrey, Albus Dumbledore, and Severus Snape. His eyes remained closed as he listened to the conversation unfolding.

"The girl has the mark, Albus!" Draco bit his lip and squeezed Dawn's hand.

"Yes, Poppy, I am aware. The boy does too." Draco's stomach churned. He knew?

"Well are you going to turn them in?" Madame Pomfrey went off again and Snape remained silent.

"That's a bad decision. They're children. Do you really think that this is what they wanted?" Dumbledore spoke softly and the tired witch sighed.

Draco ignored the next part of the conversation. He was lost in his thoughts, but snapped back into reality when Snape began talking.

"He'll use them against each other, Albus." Snape warned timidly. Dumbledore seemed to have silenced him.

"They need each other, Severus. They're the only two children that carry this burden." And with that, Draco stopped listening. He couldn't bear to take in anymore of the conversation. He drifted off into sleep once more, for what seemed like mere minutes before Blaise began to shake him awake. Draco glared as he opened his eyes.

"Oi, mate! You been here all night?"Blaise asked. Draco nodded his head and rubbed the back of his neck. He glared to Theo when he saw him, then looked to Dawn. Her dark hair covered her face, she was that little girl who would cry when he pushed her down and he couldn't stand to see her this way.

Draco released her hand and looked to Blaise once more. "Her mother should be here shortly. I'll be back later." He left and headed for the exit.

Dawn awoke at seven later that night. Her shoulder was absolutely sore. Looking around the room, she saw Draco asleep in the chair next to her, her mother walking toward her, and a ridiculous display of flowers.

"Finally." Olivia said, wrapping her arms around her daughter.

"Where is all this nonsense from?" Dawn ushered at the display around her. Her mother smiled and motioned to a sleeping Draco. Dawn looked at him, seeing the peaceful look on his face. She smiled and grabbed the locket around her neck.

"You still wear that thing?" Her mother asked sitting on the bed next to her. Dawn bit her lip and nodded.

"It's how I know he cares about me." She smiled and flipped it open, revealing two, tiny moving pictures. The one on the left had a picture of Draco and Dawn when they were six. Draco held a small, weed-like flower out to Dawn while he kissed her on the cheek. The picture on the right was of the two of them in third year, same pose, same kiss, same little weed-like flower.

Dawn closed the locket and looked to the sleeping wizard. "Has he been here all day?" Her mother nodded.

"Stayed the night too. Only left to get the flowers. He's been warding out your friends. He and Theodore seemed to butt heads quite a bit." Dawn frowned at that comment.

"I can't wait for him forever, mum. Besides, Theo can be a nice guy." Dawn sighed. "What even happened?" The witches hand shot to her aching shoulder.

"Well from my understanding, Theo wasn't doing his job as beater. Bludger hit you right in the shoulder and you fell to the ground. Bumped your head." Dawn's face scrunched up.

"Bloody idiot." Her eyes shot to Draco as he started to stir and his eyes opened, meeting hers.

"You're awake." He simply said. Dawn smiled and nodded. "Do you need anything?" Draco asked, quickly stepping to his feet.

"Could you get me some pumpkin juice please? And a book from my room?" She asked, knowing her mother still wanted to talk. Draco nodded and exited the room.

"He mumbled about you in his sleep. I found it rather cute." Her mother teased as Draco left. "What ever happened to you two?" Dawn glared.

"Fucking Parkinson." Dawn almost yelled. Her mother shot her a glare.

"The boy made a mistake. He'll come around." The older with smiled and looked at her watch. "I've got to run, love. Cissy and I have dinner plans." Dawn nodded and hugged her mother. "I love you. Behave." She emphasized. Dawn smirked as her mother left. The petite witch sighed and leaned back, closing her eyes, only to open then once more when she thought Draco had returned, but to her surprise Ron Weasley timidly made his way in.

He came equipped with flowers in his hand and a goofy smile on his face. Dawn cocked a brow as he stopped at her bed. "What, Weasley?" She snapped and grew red with anger. He looked away slightly.

"Brought you these." He handed her a bundle of carnations and she couldn't help but to smile slightly. They were her favorites. "And I wanted to apologize about-" Dawn stopped him.

"Don't bring it up." She said shortly.

"Right. Well I hope you're feeling okay." Ron said as he left, leaving Dawn alone and confused. A minute later, Draco sauntered back in.

"What was he doing here?" Draco snapped, handing her a cup of pumpkin juice after setting a few books on her side table.

"Gave me flowers." Dawn shrugged and set them to the side. Draco glared.

"Fuck is he bringing you flowers for?" Dawn smirked.

"Dunno. Fuck are you bringing me flowers for?" Draco caught her smirk and returned it. He put his hands on either side of her and leaned in until their faces were inches apart.

"Dunno." He whispered.

"You should probably sleep in a bed tonight. Not these poor excuses for chairs." Dawn whispered back. Draco smirked once more and crawled into the bed with her. "Not what I meant." She grinned. "You've got class tomorrow."

Draco grumbled and rolled off of the bed. He grabbed his robe on the back of his chair. "Spose you're right." Walking back toward her, his kissed her lightly on the top of her head. "I'll be back tomorrow. Night." He said and stalk out of the room. He headed toward Professor Snape's office.

Instead of knocking, he barged right in, starling the slick haired professor. "How does he know?" Draco demanded, stalking toward the professor. Snape remained calm.

"Draco. There are things you won't understand. I-" He was cut off.

"Things I won't understand!?" I'm not a child for fucks sake! I was forced into adulthood!" Draco vented. Snape remained silent. "Say something! Fuck!" The blonde wizard screamed.

"When the time comes, you will understand." Snape responded. Draco was furious and wanted answers, but had nothing more to say. He stormed out of Snape's office. He returned to his room and slept restlessly throughout the night.

Dawn awoke to a stinging pain in her left arm and cried out. He was planning something. She could feel it. The pain became so intense that she passed out, tortured by nightmares all night.