He was terrified. Blood thundering through him, he followed Blaise down into the dark. Did he ever tell you about his doomed trip to the deepest, darkest, most mysterious workings of the Ministry?

Of course he didn't. You never gave him the chance.

Draco told me last night how Blaise Zabini once worked at the Ministry of Magic as an Unspeakable in the Department of Mysteries. Draco told me how his good friend Blaise Zabini noticed something strange one day as he patrolled through the Hall of Prophecies.

You've got to be wondering where this is leading. The Hall of Prophecies, Draco Malfoy's terror, Blaise Zabini's past career, you.

Even now as I am writing this, I know he is still tortured by that day. He hates himself because he dismissed it, because he pushed it away, because it all would have been so different if he had done something.

When they reached the row Blaise had mentioned, Draco found he couldn't move anymore. It was perfectly clear even in the velvety darkness. There, sitting on the third-highest shelf was a glowing orb, the size of Draco's palm. Underneath was:

J.P.B to E.P.B

Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger and unborn son