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026 - ᴇᴀᴠᴇsᴅʀᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ

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𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲

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If you're going to eavesdrop on people, do it well. Don't make a fool of yourself.

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"You look pale." I heard from my doorway.

I internally rolled my eyes. "Well, it's nothing that a little blush and contour can't fix." I smugly replied to Draco, while sitting at my vanity. We were going back to Hogwarts today, with only one goal in mind. Honestly we both know that classes will be the last thing on our minds this term.

Draco invited himself into my room, closing the door and locking it, before coming over to my bed. He wore his signature black suit, which was no doubt ironed by the house elves right before he put it on.

He huffed and sat down on the edge of my bed, wiping his sweaty palms off on his trousers, his foot bouncing up and down. "D-" He sighed before starting again. "Does it still burn?"

I stopped applying makeup for a second to look at him through my vanity mirror. Our hands absentmindedly reached to our left arms, wincing a little. I looked back down to my makeup that was on the desk. "Just a little." I said timidly back.

"We're gonna be okay, right?" I heard from behind me. My heartbeat involuntarily sped up, instantly making me a little lightheaded. "I hope so, Draco." I sighed.

I glanced at him through the mirror. He looked pale as well. We both tried to take care of each other, sometimes forcing each other to eat and get sleep. We haven't gone a night without sleeping in each other's bed together—

—Especially after The Dark Lord proved to us just how heartless and powerful he can be.

I finished getting ready quickly, often stealing glances in the mirror just to make sure, before I go in public, that I don't look like a walking corpse.

It's strange, the mark. Most days I feel as if my whole soul is being sucked from my body into the burning ink on my forearm. It drains my energy. I've gotten migraines almost every day, sometimes twice, my weight has gone down significantly yet I have no appetite or need to eat. It's strange.

Draco and I grabbed our trunks, me taking one last look in the front room mirror, and we were off, Narcissa leading the way.

We trudged out through the front door, Narcissa grabbing the portkey and a bag just in case, and set off. The swirling of the portkey was enough to make me heavily nauseous and lightheaded, so it was no surprise that when the world finally stopped spinning, I didn't. 

I immediately hurled my body over into the bag, Draco doing the same into another. All that came out was mostly water, since I drink copious amounts of it to keep my veins hydrated. 

Tossing the bag into a nearby trash can, we made our way to the main stop of the shops. We landed in an alley in Diagon Alley, though instead of seeing all of the laughter and squeals of young children, and the chatter of happy families, it was eerily quiet. Ever since the attack this summer led by Greyback, who destroyed several of the businesses here, it's been basically closed down. 

As we walked through the quiet town, passing by all of the dark shops and empty windows, I couldn't help but feel as if I was being watched. Like a pair of eyes were on me.