Chapter 10:
Draco slammed the door of his room and kicked his bed frame in frustration. It has been one month since he was first accepted by the Dark Lord. He had just gotten back from another torturing session of more muggleborns. Every time he witnessed a torture session, he couldn't help but think back to Hermione.
After he met her, everything in his life was calm, and he never had to think about the next day being the day he would be called upon by Voldemort. But when they parted ways, he returned to his restless nights and living in fear that the next day could be his last. He would be forced to watch traitors and muggleborns be tortured, and few times he would be called to do it himself, and that was what hurt most.
He pulled up his sleeve and looked at the Dark Mark once more. The snake continued to hiss every time he would look at it, and it bothered him to no end. Once he attempted to rub it off with water, but it failed miserably. He knew it would always be there as a statement to his new life, but the pain behind it was the remembrance of his old life.
A few weeks ago he had received an owl from Hogwarts, rewarding him his position as Head Boy. It was a dream his mother and himself always wanted, but they both knew that he could never go back. If he ever showed it to his mother, she would surely try to talk to Lucius, only to be slapped and left with a big red mark. That's why he kept it in his drawer, hidden and only to be looked at as a distant memory.
He knew that if he was made Head Boy, Hermione was bound to be Head Girl. Which was why he secretly hoped he could return to Hogwarts, but it was clearly impossible. Although Voldemort never officially gave him an assignment, he was told to stay at the house until then. For now, he would watch and wait, and secretly hope that his Hermione would return to him.
He pulled out a parchment, a quill, and some ink from his dresser and sat down on his bed. Since there was a lack of a desk in this small room, he used his legs as a surface. He muttered, "Lumos," and stared at the blank piece of parchment. He wasn't sure of what to write, or why he was doing so, but he knew that writing always made him feel better. Soon enough, the words began to spill out of him, his every emotion being written on this single piece of parchment.
Looking back at it, he knew what he had to do. He took the letter and placed it in an envelope. Checking to see if anyone was in the hall, Draco ran towards his mother's room, knowing that there was a window in there. He peered into the room to check if it was empty, and as he walked in, he saw her owl perched on top of her armoire.
Draco gave the owl the letter and whispered to it, "Send it to Hermione Granger," before it flew off. He retreated back to his room and waited once again.
Narcissa had seen her son retreat to his room and had come from her own. She stormed inside and just as she thought, her owl was gone. Still seeing the owl in the distance, she pointed her wand at it and shouted, "Intercipio!"
The owl was pulled back by an unknown force and was thrown back into her room. Narcissa retrieved the letter and opened it, sitting down on her bed to read the letter. I knew he would try to send something to her, she thought.
As she read the letter, she covered her mouth to muffle the sobs. Tears rolled down her face and as he finished, she could not believe how much her son really loved this girl. Never had she thought she would mean so much to him. The whole time she assumed it was nothing more than a silly relationship that he would soon forget, but no, it wasn't like that at all. This girl must really be important to him, she thought.
If she were to somehow find this letter, surely she would come looking for him. And if the Dark Lord were to find out... Realizing what might happen, she folded the letter back into the envelope, and locked it away in her drawer. It would break your son's heart to not get anything back, a voice inside her head told her.
"I know," she said to herself, "but it's for the best."