Once he heard the talking and laughing of his fellow Slytherins behind him, he ran fast to avoid them. He didn't want to talk to them right now, he didn't feel like talking to anyone. He arrived at the Dungeons and said the password so fast that it almost sounded like he was talking gibberish. (OOC: I won't tell you the password, of course. You Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws might sneak in!) He fled the stairs and collapsed on the Common Room floor. It was happening again, he felt something on his forearm. He didn't know if he was experiencing pain or if it was all in head. The only thing he knew is that The Dark Lord is calling him. "No…" Draco groaned when he heard footsteps. He managed to stand up and run to the Boy's Dormitory. He locked the door and rested his head on the wall. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Pansy Parkinson rummaging in his Suitcase.

"Pansy!" He gasped. "What on earth are you doing here?" He glared at her and pulled his hair. "What are you doing with my suitcase?" He asked impatiently.

"Oh nothing" Pansy said in her high-pitched yet seducing voice. "I should go now." She smiled at him sweetly and skipped her way to the Girl's Dormitory. Draco watched her go. He didn't get a chance to talk to her, he didn't get a chance to say sorry for leaving her, he didn't even get a chance to look in her dark eyes. She left just like that. What hurts was that it seemed like Pansy was perfectly fine without him, while he was an absolute wreck.

He sighed in regret and then suddenly remembered his meeting with The Dark Lord. He cursed under his breath, he was trying to think of ways on how to sneak out of his Dormitory unnoticed. He saw the doorknob turn and saw his friends walk in. "Draco Malfoy!" Gregory Goyle announced. "Where have you been?" Draco shifted his eyes from left to right, thinking of a decent excuse. "Uhm...I had a headache." Theodore snorted and patted his head. "Headache? Really, Draco? Oh that's very convincing."

Draco rolled his eyes again and punched Theo's shoulder jokingly. "It's true! It was excruciating. I swear." They all laughed and threw some paper balls on Draco.

"Well!" He said, rubbing his hands together. "I guess we all should go to sleep now, huh?" His friends looked at each other and laughed once more. "Draco," Vincent Crabbe said "It's only 5:00!"

His heart started beating fast. Oh no "Well, you know, we all need our beauty sleep, right?" He said nervously. "Lights out!" He flicked the switch off and pushed his friends to their beds.

"But-" Theodore said.

Draco cupped his mouth to shut him up. "Shhh...now go to bed, ladies!" He opened the door gently to avoid it from making squeaking sounds and left it open while he went outside to do his task with Lord Voldemort. He fast-walked down the hallways, and just when he thought that no one could see him, he stumbled across Pansy Parkinson, looking beautiful and mesmerizing as always. Draco tried not to look at her, but it was too hard. Pansy skipped her way to Draco and waved.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy!" She said with a giggle. "Where are you off to?" She cocked her head and smiled at him sweetly.

Draco raised his right eyebrow. "What on earth is this girl trying to do? Seduce me to death?" He looked at her and smirked. "I...I left my coat in the Great Hall." He lied. He started getting nervous. It was obvious that Pansy knew he was lying. This time, Pansy raised her eyebrow and laughed.

"Oh, Draco!" She said patting his broad shoulders. "You're such a terrible liar." She winked at him and gripped his shoulders. "I know you're going somewhere fun, take me with you...I..."She faltered and looked down. When she found courage, she looked up and stared at Draco's cold gray eyes. "I miss you."

Draco's world stopped. "Did she just say she misses me? What is happening? I actually thought she was perfectly fine without me." Draco said in his head. "W-what?" Was the only thing Draco managed to say. He smiled nervously then he remembered his meeting with The Dark Lord. "I really have to-" Pansy shushed him and pouted.

"You thought I was fine, didn't you?" She said, like she just read Draco's mind. "No. I wasn't. I tried everything to get your attention but you never seem to notice me anymore." She tried to smile, but failed.

"Pansy, I am really sorry." Draco said, but he was distracted. His eyes were locked on the exit. "But I have to go." He kissed her forehead and ran straight to the door, leaving Pansy Parkinson alone and miserable.

Draco just didn't feel the spark that he felt whenever he's with her anymore. It's like...it suddenly disappeared. All the things they had just washed away. He didn't feel fireworks when he kissed her forehead. Nada. Nothing. But that didn't matter right now. He had an important call from Lord Voldemort. He was so nervous that everything started spinning. He kept running, he didn't want to be late, being late for The Dark Lord's meeting might have consequences.

When Draco arrived at The Riddle's abode, his stomach made back flips. He pushed the old rusty gates and went inside. The whole first floor was dark and terrifying. All the old paintings and portraits of Voldemort's father and mother were hung on the damaged walls.

Whenever he took a step, the floors would squeak and he would curse whenever his shoes would make tap-tap-tap noises again and again. "Screw these new shoes mum bought me." He muttered to himself. He looked at the stairs, it looked like it would collapse sooner or later. Draco promised himself not to make sounds anymore, but with a staircase as old as this? It was hopeless. He climbed the stairs as quiet as possible, and saw a room with light.

He peeked in the lit room and saw a pale, nose-less man waiting for him on a dusty lounge chair. Draco's hands started trembling and his eyesight were getting blurry. "G-good evening, M'lord." He managed.

"Ah, Draco!" The Dark Lord said. His voice sounded like winter air. It was so cold, it made Draco's spine tingle. "Come, sit. I was waiting for you." His red eyes seemed darker.

"D-don't we have any company, M'lord?" Draco said, trying so hard not to stutter and shake. Being in the presence of the most powerful evil wizard is kind of degrading. Especially if he wants something from you, something you can't fulfill.

"No-no." Voldemort shook his head "It's just you and me, my boy." Draco tried not to look at The Dark Lord's piercing red eyes, so he focused on the table. The table looked even scarier than his eyes. There was a glass of unicorn blood sitting on the old wooden table. He looked at the marble floor and there was also a trace of unicorn blood, he followed the trace and saw a lifeless unicorn hanging above the door.

Voldemort watched Draco stare at the unicorn and shifted his weight. "You see, Draco, everyone gets hungry." He grabbed the glass and took a sip. "Now, about your task."

Draco gulped. He knew about his task, Voldemort told him about it before, but now it's official, now, there is absolutely no turning back.

"You must kill Albus Dumbledore in five days, my boy." He said, emotionless. "You, you must do it before midnight."

"Why midnight?" Draco asked curiously.

"It just seems darker and scarier when it's midnight, so let's go with that." He replied. He took another sip from the glass, and stood up. Draco cringed. He knew something bad might happen to him tonight. "If you don't do my task for you..." Voldemort pulled out his wand from his pocket, he examined it, and pointed it at Draco. "Crucio!"

Draco groaned in pain, his whole body twitched and he fell on the floor, cursing, grunting and breathing heavily. "Stop it! Please!" He gripped on the carpet, still suffering from the excruciating pain. Voldemort flicked his wand and kept it under his robe.

"There is more where that came from, my boy." He said, smirking to himself. "Do not fail me." He grabbed his glass of unicorn blood and left. Leaving Draco, still crying in pain from the forbidden curse.