Chapter 3 – Draco's POV

I hadn't even bothered to go up to the dorms to actually try and get some sleep, there was no use. I looked at the time, it was 12:04 am. Callie wasn't coming until 1.

I sighed and stretched out my feet on the couch, this time I had thought up another room instead of my usual one. This one was a lot more comfy and it had a massive fireplace, a mini-fridge and snacks.

It was too much of a close call today, Callie could have figure it out. She might have if she wasn't so blind. I mean, she can't even tell that Patrick likes Susan for Merlin's sake.

I didn't have my sweater on either so she could have seen my Dark Mark… And everything between us would have collapsed, crashed and burned. I knew how she felt about the Dark Lord and the death eaters. She would never forgive me…

But then again it's not like I wanted to be a part of his cult. I never asked to be born with the Malfoy name, to be a part of this cowardly family who only serves the Dark Lord to save their own necks. And when he gave me that task…

Flashback

"Go in, Draco. It's OK, he just wants to speak with you." My mother said, tears brimmed her eyes. It was the holidays between fifth year and sixth year so it was kind of a surprise that You-Know-Who had come into our house… Why did he want to talk to me?

"Ah… Draco… young Draco…" He whispered as I stepped into the room. It sounded like a whisper but it was loud, very loud. It had reached almost everywhere in the house, how was it that he could do that?

I walked up closer to him and he stood there, staring at me. Probably straight into my soul… Although he couldn't reach my mind. I was taught to keep him out.

"You've closed your mind to me Draco… How very clever." He said, and I tensed up. My breathing became shallow and I fought the urge to throw up.

"You are a lot stronger than I thought…" He walked around my body, whispering with his devil-like voice. "Maybe even stronger than your wimp of a father."

I held my ground, even though dark spots danced in my vision, I felt as though I was going to pass out. I had heard stories from my cousins… Aunties and uncles about him. One wrong move and he might kill me.

"I have a task for you Draco, only a task that you can complete."

A task? I'd have to work for Him?

"When you return for your sixth year at that silly little place you will… kill the Headmaster, Dumbledore. Is that clear?"

Kill Dumbledore? Kill him? How on earth could I murder someone? How could I murder Dumbledore? Yes, he's an old hag but I never wanted to kill anyone!

I nod slowly, trying to keep the tears away from my eyes. Any weakness shown in the presence of Him is surely suicide.

"Pull out your arm." I did as he said and put out the correct arm, I already knew where this was going.

He etched the Dark Mark into my skin which brought tears to my eyes, from both pain and sadness. I didn't want to be a Death Eater, I never desired to be like my parents. His wand hovered over my pale skin and the ink leaked into my arm, tracing out the shapes of the mark. After ten minutes or so the mark had been fully drawn in and it was over.

"Good boy…" He said and I watched as his snake slithered past my feet and wrapped itself around Him. He dismissed me and I gladly left the room.

Present Time

I just wish that I could be anyone but me. Nothing ever goes right for me… It's been almost a month and I still can't figure out how to fix that stupid wardrobe! I pull my sleeve up and inspect my Dark Mark. It was beating or moving, just plain and unmoving like usual.

I stopped hanging around Crabbe and Goyle, they just stressed me out too much, always asking about how I was going to do it, when I was going too. And Snape, always following me and asking questions after class. I just wanted to be alone with someone that I cared about, that didn't know the evil side of me. The evil things I'd have to do.

We'd talk about normal things like the old days… things wouldn't be so difficult with her.

It was now 12:30 am, I couldn't wait any longer. My anxieties were flying through the roof and I just needed to see Callie, she calmed me down. Everything about her calmed me, she was kind, innocent and gentle. And she wasn't a coward like me…

I used to have a crush on her when we first met, that's why I called her an ugly Goblin. I didn't want her to know how I felt about her back when the only thing we cared about was comic books and collecting cards of witches and wizards.

My feelings for her have been confusing ever since, I wasn't sure if she was a friend to me or not. And when I heard about how she felt about Patrick… It kind of torn my heart, just a little. She was just… she was always there when no one else was. I was closer with her more than I was with my parents. I cared for her, I really did. I just wasn't sure how.

Sorry it was a short chapter but I needed to focus on Draco for a bit. Hope you enjoyed! x