𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 | 𝐝.𝐦

𝟕𝟑

Draco Malfoy | September 1996

Fuck this.

Obviously the stuff that had gone around over the summer was a sort of wake up call for everyone because now, gossip about Death Eaters and Voldemort flew around Hogwarts faster than wildefire. Last year, people only suspected—this year, people knew.

The only good thing was that no one knew Draco himself was a Death Eater. So far, it appeared that Harry Potter was the only one who suspected Draco was one.

Saint Potter, always trying to be the bloody hero and to save the world.

Of course he was going to try and get to the bottom of whatever Voldemort was doing, and of course that meant him assuming Draco was a Death Eater too—plus the fact that Lucius was one.

When Draco got forced to get the Dark Mark with his mother, it was kept on the down low—kept between Voldemort and his followers.

Now that Lucius was dead, the Malfoys had no choice but to stand with Voldemort because it was indeed that Lucius owed some stuff to Voldemort ever since he had come back.

Now to repay, Draco and Narcissa had to stand with Voldemort because Voldemort had told Draco that if he was foolish and didn't stand with him, Narcissa would be given hell.

Narcissa didn't know about this, evidently. Out of fear for her son though, she encouraged Draco just to obey the Dark Lord for safety.

Draco did it to protect his mother.

Fucking stupid fucking Lucius, Draco thought bitterly to himself as he buttoned up his shirt.

Draco had gotten a new dorm now. He made a request for it to Snape during the summer—not mentioning why he wanted a new dorm—and Snape was able to make it happen.

Now, Draco's new dorm wasn't as big as his old one. It was a bit smaller and cozier. It had a king size bed still, and black silk sheets. He had his own bathroom, but not as big as his last one.

He liked it though. Black marble counter and black walls. His dorm had a dark wood desk and a dresser, along with a matching closet. He had an armchair by his dresser, and nightstands.

He really fancied his new dorm. It felt refreshing to feel at ease and relaxed in his dorm. He actually got a good night's sleep.

It was the first day of classes, and Dumbledore didn't make an announcement about the current news at the feast last night. He didn't talk about the Death Eater growth, or anything—which oddly surprised Draco.

It also made him feel better, so now people wouldn't be suspicious of him—except Harry.

Everyone would only see Draco as the guy whose father killed himself.

Even when he got back—which was literally last night—he got so much pity from a bunch of the other students, mostly girls.

Now, Draco straightened his tie and grabbed his book bag. He didn't want to wear his robe, so he didn't. He grabbed his pocket watch and put it in his pocket.

He made his way down to the common room, seeing his mates there. The four of them then left to go to the Great Hall.

"Hey, can we sit with you guys?" Aisling appeared behind Blaise and Theodore with Elijah.

"Come." Theodore scooted over instantly, making room for his girlfriend.

Elijah sat next to Blaise, and Draco found himself not having any problem at all with the new peers sitting with him and his mates.