A/N: IM SORRY! I know I know yall hate me cuz I stopped writing...O.o sowwy...O.o...
Chapter 11
The next week, around Wednesday or so, Harry's scar began to ache.
"Draconis Malfoy, so nice of you to join us, please have a seat next to me," Lord Voldemort hissed quietly.
"Yes, My Lord," Draco replied.
"So, Draco, how's your summer been? Tell me everything."
"It's been allright," Draco replied uneasily.
"And tell me, Draco, has anything interesting been going on for you this summer?"
"No, My Lord," he replied.
Voldemort's hand reached out to touch Draco's cheek, and he suddered.
"If I find out you're lying to me, Draco, I won't hesitate to kill you. You know that right?"
"Yes, My Lord," Draco's voice was little more than a whisper.
"Good. You know what you must do."
Harry opened his eyes. He was shaking all over. Draco was a Death Eater? Harry pulled out a peice of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink he'd managed to sneak from Uncle Vernon and began writing.
Draco,
You're a Death Eater? How? Why? I thought you and I had something special! Why did you become a Death Eater? I love you so much and I promise if you just start telling me I'll try not to be angry. I just want to know why!
Harry
DMHPDMHPDMHPDMHP
Draco guiltily read through the letter and quickly began to write a response.
Harry,
I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner! I was afraid you'd react this way and you'd hate me forever. It was my father. He handed me over to Voldemort, and if I'd refused Voldemort would've killed me or worse! I love you so much. I just hope you love me back and know that I'd never betray you.
Love,
Draco
Teardrops were falling onto the parchment now. What if Harry hated him forever? Sobbing quietly, he handed the note over to Midnight.
"Take it to him and make sure he reads it and knows that I'd never hurt him like he thinks I have, please!" he said to the owl.
Then he was alone in his room.