Disclaimer- I did not write Harry Potter. I did not make the movie. Therefore Harry Potter is not mine and you can't sue me.

Authors Note- Next chapter. Thank you to all those wonderful people who reviewed. I am so proud! This chapter is a little bit short, sorry, I'll try and make the chapters longer as the story goes.

Chapter 2 – Thinking day

Today was the first day of work since Draco had met Lord Voldemort. The first day that he was going into the open, being an official Death Eater. Draco was nervous, if anyone found out, he could be in Azkaban. He had chosen to wear a long sleeved robe, still being very conscious of the Dark mark on his arm. He jumped at every little thing, even someone saying a cheery 'hello' would make his heart beat. Did they know? Would they tell? He realized then that being a Death Eater wasn't just like a chore you did around the house. It was a real job, but there was no retiring, you were working until you died.

All through the day the same questions kept running around his head. Did I make a good decision? What have I got myself into? But then again, this was what his father wanted him to be, this was the only way to get back at Harry Potter.

Draco walked wearily down to lunch at 12:30. Half the day gone, another half to go. He just wanted to get home, where he was safe. Where he could do whatever he wanted. He found a table at his favorite café and waited until a waiter noticed him. He didn't have to wait long; barely 3 minutes had passed before there was a man standing next to him.

"What would you like to order sir?" He said with a little bow.

"Can I please have a coffee and a pumpkin pastry." Draco said quickly. The waiter nodded and left him in peace. As he waited for his food he watched other ministry workers walking around. He recognized quite a few of them from school. He saw Neville nervously looking down the menu and ordering his food to the waiter. He remembered all the times he teased him and smirked silently in his corner. He saw Hermione walking up to Neville and asking to sit with him, everywhere else was full, she said. Draco's smirk disappeared as he saw Neville trying to flirt with Hermione and he subconsciously found himself wishing that she had come to sit with him, his table wasn't full. He shook his head quickly, he was being ridiculous. He hated Hermione just as much as he hated Harry Potter, but thinking about Harry Potter just put his mind back to the Dark Mark on his shoulder and the secret that nobody in this café knew.

"A coffee and a pumpkin pastry." The waiter said, putting each on the table in turn.

Draco nodded and handed to money to the waiter. He ate quickly and kept throwing glancing over to the table where Hermione was sitting. After he finished he walked back to his office trying to avoid as many people as possible. He flopped onto his chair and sighed, how long was this going to last?

Many weeks passed this way, everyday he grew more and more confident until he was back to his self. He told no one his secret and he hadn't heard any news from the Dark Lord for half a year. His life was back to normal. He went to work each day and came back home, he lived alone. In September he took his appararting test and passed. He was now able to apparate to and from work, meaning he could sleep in later. Draco almost forgot about Voldemort and being a Death Eater, if it wasn't for the mark on his arm.

He had just apparated back home from work and was pouring himself a glass of orange juice, when he suddenly dropped the bottle on the floor. But he didn't even look down, he was panicking. The Dark Mark was burning, Voldemort needed him, for the first time in months his whole mind was on that night when he said yes, said yes to devoting his life to the Dark Lord. Draco looked around once before touching the Dark Mark on his arm and apparting.

----------- Sorry if that was mostly just thoughts and stuff, I promise the next chapter will be more interesting. Please review!