Slytherin Common Room, October 1997
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Draco surveyed the familiar chamber. He had seen the same four dungeon walls hundreds of times for seven years in a row, and every time they looked different. A glamoured black eye made the farthest wall seem wiggly and fuzzy. Drunkenness made the nearest wall look a hundred metres away while a hangover turned the silver into green. Sometimes after inhaling potion fumes, all the walls grew fur and danced for him.
His proud eyes glanced down his nose at the First Years as Pansy hung on his arm, brushing off one of her girlfriends. She followed him as he sat on a furnished sofa and removed the last of a chocolate frog from his cool pocket and unwrapped the smashed sweet. Without a word, he tore one of the legs off and handed the twitching limb to the girl, who bit her lip and took it, acknowledging the unspoken apology for the earlier abuse.
Slowly chewing on the slow-melting candy, Draco thought about how to tell her about what happened over the week his father had restricted him to the grounds of Malfoy Manor. When no owls were seen arriving or departing.
Looking anywhere but at the petite form leaning against his shoulder, he murmured to her, "I have been recruited to join the army of the Dark Lord."
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A/N -- Sucks and it's short, I know, but more chapters will be up!