𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 (Draco Malfoy x OC)

𝓝𝓲𝓷𝓮

Olive

"Olive," Hermione says, pushing lightly on my shoulder, "OLIVE!"

"What?" I saw, burrowing my head deeper into my pillow.

"Get up you lazy knob-head," Hermione says,

"That's a new one," I mutter into my pillow, wanting to go back to sleep, "You're starting to sound like Ron, you know."

"For the love of Merlin Olive, it's Hogwarts today," Ginny says from the other side of the room, and I bolt up in my bed immediately.

"Merlin" I say, slipping out of bed, "I almost forgot,"

I start to get changed, and I scowl in the mirror as I notice dark circles under my eyes. I hardly got any sleep because my nerves wouldn't allow me to. There were too many opportunities to screw up at Hogwarts, and I can't afford to make a single mistake.

I finish packing the last of my belongings, anticipation rushing through me. The past few weeks have passed in a blur, and miraculously I've managed to stay under the radar; I doubt anyone suspects a thing. I've been regularly collecting small pieces of information and passing it on to the Dark Lord through owl post.

No matter how much I try to stop it, I find myself liking the company of all the wizards and witches at Grimmauld place more and more. I can forget myself and all my problems when I'm with them, genuinely laughing and smiling around them.

I think I've started to realise that they're good people, and that they don't deserve what I'm going to do to them. I'll have to betray them, and some of them will end up dead because of that.

It's a tricky thing; realising that I'll become a traitor soon enough to these people are so different from how I was told. I was told how immoral and vile they all were, how what we're doing is against bad people, when that couldn't be farther from the truth. I was shown more kindness than I've ever known, treated like human being for once. It feels good to feel cared for, but it makes it ten times worse knowing that I'll end up doing to them.

At night times, when I'm left alone with my thoughts, I start to loathe myself. How easy everything would be if I could simply fade away from existence, no longer having to think about the evil things I'm doing.

Ever since that night I murdered that lady, whenever I look at my hands they're stained with crimson blood. I can't ever seem to wash it away; a permanent reminder of what I have to do to survive, what I have to do for my family to survive.

I hold my school trunks firmly in either hands, and turn to Hermione, giving the biggest smile I can manage, "Shall we go then?"

Ginny, 'Mione and I bring our luggage downstairs and place it by the front door. The house is a buzz of excitement, all the children eager to get back to Hogwarts. Mrs. Weasley stands with her arms crossed, talking to Sirius who is trying to convince her to allow him to go to the Platform to see Harry off. The twins are showing Hermione and Ginny their new prank candies, who ate watching in awe as their pupils turn from blue to red.

Harry and Ron are talking rapidly in a hushed voice; I walk over to join them.

"Hullo," I greet them, and they look up at me.

"Oh hey Olive," Harry says, and Ron nods me a greeting.

"What'cha guys talking about?" I ask.

"Well Harry's got his wand in a knot because he thinks nobody at Hogwarts will believe him about You-Know-Who being back," Ron says, whispering the last part.

"I don't think, I know. Haven't you seen all the papers being written about Dumbledore and I? The Daily Prophet is basically calling us a bunch of frauds." Harry says, sighing and folding his arms over his chest.