Alena's POV

A few weeks passed, all was normal, but I continued to grow a relationship with Draco. At this point, I think he felt very comfortable with me, and never felt the need to ridicule me like he did with others. This honestly, was a good thing. I never really put too much thought into the dark lord's plan, because things just sort of fell together and Draco and I started becoming good friends on our own.

And I really started to like him. Not just because I had too, but because he is an amazing person, in his own way. Most other people may not see it, but I sure do.

"Hello, everyone." I greeted as we walked into the great hall to eat lunch. Soon food was on our plates, and hundreds of owls came swarming in to give students their letters.

To my surprise, I received a letter. It was a black envelope, and even holding the envelope gave me a bad vibe. I knew immediately it was from the dark lord. I got up from the table without an explanation, leaving a confused group of people, and ran to my dorm to read it. I ran into my room and opened the letter.

Miss Sorin,

I am sending this to ask about your progress with young Mr. Malfoy. I have not heard any news, but I assume no news is a good thing. I expect you to gain Draco's trust, for that is one thing I know he won't easily give. I expect a letter from you in reply, explaining your progress. If you fail to comply, there will be consequences.

There was no ending to his letter. As soon as I finished reading it, it burst into flames. I quickly got parchment and wrote a reply.

My Lord,

My progress with Draco is far better than I expected, I am now closer to him than any of his friends are. I am sure he likes me; I recently kissed him to see what his response would be, it was positive, so I'm sure the plan will have increasingly higher results than expected. I do ask of one thing though; although Draco enjoys my company, he does not trust me enough. I think this is because of his unquestionable loyalty to you, my Lord. Draco will never find out of our plan, but I do want granted permission to tell him that I, too, am a follower of yours. I am sure that will make him open up to me, and would make him feel like he belongs. I believe given the right circumstances, Draco Malfoy can be very easily manipulated.

Yours Truly,
Alena Sorin

I quickly sent my letter out and sat on my bed waiting for a response. Yes, I did think telling Draco I was a death eater would be beneficial, but I also think it could be a horrible thing. What if he learns of the plan? He will hate me! But I have to do it; I have to tell him. It's the only way. And that kiss wasn't something I planned, it was just an impulse, but I lied because I can't let the dark lord find out I have feelings for Draco. A few minutes later, a letter came.

Yes, you may tell him. But only because your progress is where it is already.

As I read this letter, I was actually sad. And with realization, it all came to me what exactly I was doing. I was murderer. I tortured people; I am a soon to be heartbreaker and dream breaker, I'm lying to one of my best friends, and I'm sitting here like it doesn't matter to me at all.

Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.

I'm a death eater. I work for the dark lord.

And so I sat there, crying, for what felt like hours.

Draco's POV

I hurried up with breakfast and headed to my dorm to see where Alena had gone. I ran into to the dorm, only to hear a slightly muffled sound coming from Alena's room. As I came closer, I realized it was the sound of someone crying. I went into Alena's room, and there she was, curled up on her chair, crying.

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

"Do I look like I'm okay?" She yelled. Her expression softened and she sighed. "Sorry Draco, I'm just in a bad mood is all." She said, her tears stopping.

I wasn't used to being in this situation. I never usually had people crying so close to me. I didn't know what to do, or say.

"Um… what's wrong?" I asked, in an attempt to be kind.

"I'm a horrible person Draco. I don't want you to end up like me." She said, me unsure of what she meant.

"You're not a mea-"

"Yes I am Draco! You just don't understand. I have so many issues, so many faults, and I can't handle it!"

"Trust me. You'll be alright. No one has as many problems as me; consider yourself lucky you aren't in my situation." I said. I know she won't understand what I meant, but it may cheer her up.

"That's the thing, Draco! I do have the same problem you do! And you don't even know it." She started calming down.

"I don't understand what you mean." I said, confused, narrowing my eyebrows. She didn't understand what my problems were. She couldn't.

"I'm sorry you have to see this Draco. But I have no choice." She stood up and walked closer to me. She took off her robes, and then slowly pulled up the sleeve of her shirt.

And nothing was more shocking than what I saw. That infamous black marking.

She's a death eater.

I slowly backed away, in shock, hitting my head on the door in the process. I ran out of her room, and she ran after me. "Draco!"

I ran up the stairs, and I had no idea where I was taking myself. I just needed to run. Soon, I reached the prefects bathroom, fell against the wall, and started sobbing. I couldn't handle this. The girl I care for, and trust, was one of them. I knew it was too good to be true.

"Draco! Please! Listen to me!" I heard Alena yell, coming closer to me.

"No matter where I go, what I do, I can't get away. And here you come, the most wonderful girl I ever met, and you're one of them. A murderer! You're a murderer!" I said in between sobs.

I tried to toughen up. Malfoy's don't cry.

"Draco, you have the same markings! And I know you're not a murderer. And neither am I! I just wanted to be able to connect with you- to give you someone to talk to. Please, Draco, I would never harm you." She stared at me with tear-filled eyes. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up and wrapped her arms around me in an embrace.

"What are you two doing? This bathroom is off limits!" I heard a prefect yell, a bit frightened by us. I wouldn't blame him, I would be frightened too if I walked in seeing two people, two sobbing people, in an embrace. Especially if one of the people was me, Draco Malfoy.

"We are the head boy and girl of Slytherin. We have access here. May I ask why you're here?" I asked, my strength and pride returning to me.

"Um-" The prefect didn't finish, and instead ran.

Alena and I laughed. She looked up at me and wiped the tears off my face. I smiled. She grabbed my hand and we walked to our next class after summoning our supplies from our dorm. We walked into Muggle Studies (My least favorite class, but required for all Slytherins) and took a seat.

And for the first time in ages, I was genuinely happy.

Then I remembered we were murderous death eaters.

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:D I know it was short. And bad. But pleaseee tell me otherwise if you disagree :)