The Whisper
Draco awoke on a crisp, cool morning with the sun shining through his drapes casting an orange glow upon his eyes, causing him to stir in his bed. "Stupid sun," he whispered to himself. "Tonight's the night of the invitation", he thought. He flipped the comforter off of him, stood up, and walked toward the closet to put on his robe and head down for breakfast. He had a nervous pit in his stomach, as if something bad was going to happen today. He quickly tossed the thought out of his mind and put on his robe. He looked out the window towards the lake, watching it as the waves splashed on the land. He turned and walked to the Great Hall.
Later that day...
It was nearing night time and Draco was growing weary. He paced back and forth in his room. He looked at the clock. 8:24pm. He began to walk to the front doors. Getting out of Hogwart's this late was going to be a big problem. He would have to sneak through the window, or through small door somewhere. Draco went throug a secret passage that led through the Slytherin common room closet space. As he was walking through it, he heard a small wimper. "Hello?" he asked. "Help me..." the voice beckoned. He walked closer. "Help me or she'll die..." It had a creepy tone to it. "Help me... Or she'll be next!" This frightened Draco. "All Slytherin's must come to the greeting room in the main dormatory for an hour long mandatory meeting!" the slytherin head boy yelled. Draco cursed himself for not leaving earlier, but he knew that would've got him in trouble. Whoever wanted to meet him would have to do it another time. He quickly walked back to the commons room to get away from whatever voice that was.