DRACO'S POV

Silvertongue nearly found out what I was doing. I cursed myself silently for being so careless. Why didn't Crabbe signal me? He was meant to be standing outside as a little girl, or whatever, and whenever someone was coming, he was supposed to drop the set of bronze scales to signal me.

It was fun though, taunting her. She became angry so easily that every word I said could rile her up. Talking about her other life was so amusing because she hated the fact that I found out her secret. She tried not to show it but I had power over her, because I had power over her secret.

And I nearly thought she had power over me too. She called me a Death Eater in training, which was exactly what I was. A Death Eater in training. But to my great relief, she had just been taunting my family. It was scary though, the way she said it as though she firmly knew what I was. Maybe I should taunt her less and focus more on my task on hand. Fixing the Vanishing cabinet. I had to redeem my father's status. And I don't want to get killed, or my family.

This job had consumed most of my life. I skipped most lessons and my grades had been slipping, not that I cared. I am a Death Eater and my education did not matter anymore. Fixing the cabinet also took toll on my health. I hardly slept anymore, and if I did, it would be for a few hours when I pass out on the floor of the Room of Requirement. My appearance had become thinner and gaunter from the lack of sleep.

And yet, there were those times were I doubted myself. What if I couldn't fix it? First, I had Katie Bell from Gryffindor to hand Professor Dumbledore a cursed necklace, but as usual, the Golden Trio had to stuff things up. I had Madam Rosmerta under and Imperius charm and she was supposed to give Professor Slughorn poisoned mead which was meant to be given to Professor Dumbledore, but no. He was a selfish person and he decided to keep it for himself. He then shared it with Weasel and Potter, which resulted in the poisoning of Weasel.

Sure, I was disappointed that the mead didn't reach Professor Dumbledore but I couldn't deny not feeling slightly ecstatic that I had managed to poison Weasel. Unfortunately, he had recovered, much to my distaste.

I sighed as I returned to fixing the cupboard. I guess this is another lesson I just had to skip. I lifted my wand up, murmuring incantations. Golden light emitted from my wand and wrapped around the Vanishing cabinet like a delicately weaved web. This was going to be a long day.

CHARLIE'S POV

*Three weeks later*

I walked down the hallway, humming to myself as I balanced a tall stacks of books. Madam Pince wanted me to carry these to Professor Flitwick's office, and I didn't want to go back and forth twice so I decided to carry them in one go. So here I was, praying to the gods that I don't trip over.

As I walked past the bathroom, I heard some yelling. Harry stumbled out, his face shocked and his eyes burning with anger. He bumped past me, which caused me to topple over my stack of books. He paused, his eyes scanning over me. "Wait, its Charlie, right? I'm so sorry," he muttered as he picked up the books for me. He looked as though he was in a hurry.

"I heard shouting in the bathroom," I said, bending down to pick up a volume of Mastering Charms for Beginners.

Was it me or did Harry pale instantly. "Oh, um, I didn't hear anything," he said unconvincingly. Hm. Sure.

I wandered into the bathroom, retrieving a fallen book. The book was wet from the water that flooded that bathroom floor, but my senses were tingling like crazy. Not all of it was water. The book smelt strangely metallic. I spotted a slow flow of red that was mingling with the water. Blood.

I rushed into the stall. Lying face up was a blond haired boy I know too well. Except he wasn't smirking or making his rude obnoxious comments. He had deep cuts all over his body, and his white shirt was soaked with crimson.

I ran over to his side. He was still breathing but his breath were very shallow. Harry stumbled in, "Charlie-" his eyes widened when he saw me with Malfoy. "I didn't mean it, I swear-"

"You were going to leave him here and die!" I yelled. Sure, I wasn't a massive fan of Malfoy but he didn't deserve this.

"I didn't know what to do!" he protested. "I didn't know what the spell did that!"

So they were duelling before. I said to him, "Just go get someone. Hurry!" Harry sprinted out of the bathroom.

"Malfoy, can you hear me?" I said, my voice steady and filled with firmness. I know what I have to do. I've done this before in camp. I wasn't the best person but in an emergency, I would pass. And this was an emergency.

"As much as I don't want to, yes, I can hear your annoying voice, Silvertongue," he replied. I rolled my eyes. His comments will never stop.

I ripped off the left sleeve of my robe and I wrapped it around his torso, where most of the blood flow was at. At camp, the Apollo kids taught us that the most important thing to remember when someone has a cut was to make sure they were conscious and keep them at that state, and then to wash out the wound and to stop the blood loss. I wasn't the best at healing people but I could pass in a medical emergency. "Don't move unless I tell you to," I said instructively.

He flinched when I turned him around so that the piece of cloth would wrap all around his body. "Don't touch me, half-breed," he spat out weakly when I accidentally brushed against his bare back. Here I was, trying to help him but he still couldn't stop with his stupid remarks.

"I am not a half-breed," I said angrily, pulling the make-shift bandage tighter. He grimaced in pain. "Yes you are," Malfoy said feebly, "You're not even half a muggle."

"Do you want me to leave you here to rot?" I said irritably. He quickly shook his head and I returned to bandaging him. It wasn't long before Harry came back with Professor Snape, his cloak swishing in his wake.

"Move, Silvertongue!" he demanded, rushing over to Malfoy's side and checking his wounds. Professor Snape murmured a few spells causing the cuts to heal. He continued, "Miss Silvertongue, go back to your dormitory. Mr Potter, you stay behind. I'll deal with you personally."

"But he needs to go to the Hospital Wing!" I exclaimed.

"You did a pretty good job, by the look of it," Professor Snape said sharply, "Besides, Draco is feeling a lot better."

Malfoy immediately nodded. I glanced at him questioningly. He didn't seem alright when I was bandaging him. "But-"

"Get out, Miss Silvertongue, before I change my mind and give you detention too," Professor Snape snapped.

I shrugged and hurried back outside. This wasn't worth getting detention over. Hell, Malfoy isn't worth getting detention over. I picked up the rest of the fallen books and shoving it in my rucksack. I think I'll give it back to Professor Flitwick tomorrow.

The next morning, I returned the books to Professor Flitwick, after apologising countless time about my punctuality and the state of what they were in. The rest of the week, Malfoy didn't bother me, which was fine by me. It hurt when he called me a half-breed. He didn't even come to thank me, but I really wasn't expecting it anyways.

I exited the dungeon, running up the stairs. I couldn't be happier to get away from the cold freezing dungeons, cleaning cauldrons, without magic. I had gotten detention from Professor Snape for talking back to him during class (surprise surprise). I raced up the stairs, turning the corner and bumping into someone. Dammit, just my luck that it was Malfoy.

I scowled, pulling myself up. I was just about to walk off and be the better person when Malfoy snapped, "Silvertongue." I glared at him irritably. "What?" I demanded. I was still pissed at him for calling me a half-breed. Wipe that, I'm always pissed at him.

"Are you always looking for new ways to get my attention?" he said with a smirk on his face.

"What? No!" I said, scoffing slightly, amused that he even considered it.

His smirk turned even smugger, "Are you sure? You're always bumping into me."

"It's not my fault I'm clumsy," I replied.

"So you're clumsy…for me?" he said mockingly.

I frowned at him. "Why are you in such a good mood all of a sudden? Usually you're sulking in a dark corner or something. What's changed?" I said.

He looked taken aback and I smirked back at him, glad that I had the upper hand. He had something to hide. "Well, we all have secrets don't we? And I'm willing to keep yours if you never ever threaten me with mine." It was a great way to get him off my back.

Malfoy blinked several times, before he said, "You're bluffing. You don't know my secret, or else you wouldn't even be having this conversation with me."

I furrowed my brows. Who knew Malfoy would be so smart. I grumbled as I walked away, pouting a little. I sucked at playing mind games. And then I tripped.

Malfoy had stuck his foot out, and I, being a clumsy person, tripped. I cursed silently and I got up again, twice today. "What the hell," I spat out. I hated being tripped because it made me feel and look like a fool. "You want to be clumsy for me right?" he said in a mocking tone.

I lunged at him grabbing a fistful of his robes, throwing him against the wall. He twisted his shoulder that his sleeve ripped. He glanced at me, slightly annoyed. "I hope you're going to pay for the robes. Mother would be most displeased."

I was not listening, my attention diverted to staring at the mark on his inner wrist. Staring at his secret. He followed my gaze and he saw that the ripped sleeve had flashed the whole world the mark on his wrist. The Dark Mark. The mark of the Death Eaters, followers of you-know-who, the Dark Lord.

I bolted.

Di Immortales. Malfoy's a Death eater. I was right.

To be honest, I wasn't even that scared. I've seen worst. I was pretty sure Malfoy was just a Death Eater in training. I shivered a little, when I realised that was exactly what I called him before during one of our we usual arguments. A Death Eater in training. Little did I know at that time, that it was exactly what he was. Death Eater because he serves You-Know-Who, and one in training, because he hasn't whipped out his wand and tried to kill me yet.

He caught up with me, grabbing my cloak. I was one to run but not in this heavy cloak. He slammed me against the wall, his face snarling.

"You cannot tell anyone," he said, his voice dangerously low.

"I can tell whoever I want." I replied angrily, "I can't believe I saved you the other day." A disgusted look surfaced on my face as I attempted to push him off. I didn't really think Malfoy would stoop that low. Really, I thought he was just a stupid arrogant jerk who bullied first years for the fun of it.

"I know your little secret, half-breed scum," he said, his elbow digging on my throat. "I can tell whoever I want, so I would shut your filthy mouth if I were you." I was done with his stupid empty threats. He cannot use my secret as a bargaining tool. I was willing to let everyone know that I'm a demigod, just so that Malfoy would be sent to Azkaban or whatever.

Angrily, with my back pressed against the wall, I leant back even more, bringing my knee up and directly hitting him where the sun don't shine. He let go off me, wincing in pain.

I sprinted up the stairs, my mind set on doing one thing and one thing only. I had to tell Professor Dumbledore that Malfoy's a Death Eater.

A/N

I really enjoyed writing this chapter. It was really fun and I liked the title of this chapter a lot. I feel like this story's title is too cliched, so what about I change it to "The Villain's Love"? Anyways, I would really appreciate more reviews and ways I can improve this story so please leave it down at the review section. Plus, reviews makes me really happy and encourages me to write faster and even more. For about four days, I won't be updating as much (idk maybe?) because I have a competition coming up but I promise I will as soon they are over.

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