Chapter 7
deatheater
Draco was in the great hall listening to his ipod when the mail arrived the next moring. His snowy white owl Minute landed in his cereal and got it all over him. Minute stuck his leg it had a package on it and a letter.
Draco took the package and gave the owl pansy's beckon.
"hey! That's mine."
Draco opened it and saw a black robe and a mask.
"what the hell is this!?" yelled draco.
The whole great hall looked at him and his face turned red.
"sorry." he muttered.
He got up and left the great hall. He ran down the hall and went to his common room and opened his letter.
Dear Draco,
I have great news! The dark decided to make you a deatheater.
'what the dark lord can't do that I don't want to be a deatheater. Just keep reading.'
I want you to come home tonight no questions asked.
Draco looked up from his letter and noticed Pansy standing in front of him.
"what's wrong?" she asked trying.
Draco noticed her and moved the letter closer to his chest.
"what is it?" he asked cruelly.
Pansy studied him and noticed that he was red in the face with anger. She looked at the back of the letter and saw the malfoy family crest.
"did your dad write you?"
Draco rolled his and walked up the stairs leading to his dormitory. Draco walked in and took of his hoody. He looked out the window and saw the golden trio walking towards Hagrids hut.
Pansy came In and walked over towards the window.
"umm…are you a deatheater now."
Draco looked at her and nodded and looked back at the window.
"I'm sure you'll still have friends."
"not if I die refusing to go home tonight.'
Pansy leaned her head on draco and sighed.
"sorry."
Draco nodded and sighed. He thought that he was to young to be a deatheater have the miniture him.
"are you going to tell Granger?"
Draco looked at bewildered.
"why would I tell her?"
Pansy looked out the window and noticed Hermione walking back by herself.
"now's your chance."
Draco's eyes locked with Pansy's and he got up and walked away.
When he got out of the common room he saw Hermione going up the stairs.
"Hermione wait!!"
Hermione turned around and saw draco running towards her.
"yes."
Draco looked up at her and smiled. He knew that she loved him and he loved her but how will she take this.
"we need to talk."
Hermione heard the note of urgency in his voice and walked to the great hall with him.
"what's up draco?"
Draco sighed and ran his hands through his hair.
"Hermione you know my family is the biggest deatheater family. Right?"
Hermione nodded and stared at him confusedly.
"well….my dad wants me to be a deatheater"
Hermione gasped and covered her mouth.
"I'm sorry."
She slowly moved her hands and after a few minutes she spoke.
"tell him no."
Draco shook his head and looked down.
"I can't. so I have to choose and to protect you….we can't go out anymore."
Draco got up and walked away leaving Hermione staring after him.