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I could feel all my emotions rushing back to me. I started to feel bad for Parkinson which surprised me. She did deserve it but was I too harsh on her. I could have kept what happened in detention between me and Malfoy. She didn't deserve to find out that her boyfriend is a pig from the person she hates the most.

I walk over to the shower and start to run the hot water. I could feel Malfoy all over me. I stunk of his stupid cologne which adhered to my skin. The thought of me and him together makes me feel sick. I'm ashamed at myself. Could my transition made me kiss him? I remember in the moment I wanted to kiss him so badly. It was an uncontrollable feeling. Like two magnets connecting. But now I feel stupid and used. I take off my pyjamas and walk into the shower. The hot water calming me as the smell of him goes down the drain.

The last thing I need right now is another major mood swing. If I passed out from the first one then god knows what would happen if I lose control again.

I had never thought about my Uncle's stories much. I always just thought that they were fairy tales that he had made up. The fact that I had become part of the story started to scare me. The tales of the Death Eaters were heroic to me. They fought for what they believed in, which was the Dark Lord. But I don't ever remember Uncle Severus talking about the Dark Lord. Only the Death Eaters. All I knew was that he was a fallen, powerful wizard who wanted to be rid of none powerful beings from the wizard world.

But all of this doesn't explain why I was chosen. I have been in this world for no less than three days and the Dark Lord wants me to join him. Surely someone who's powers had been blocked for six years of their life can't be as powerful as the other wizards at this school. You can feel the power radiating off the other wizards around me. Especially Harry. You can feel his power from across the room. Could others feel my powers? Maybe that was what scared Crabbe.

I get out of the shower and wrap my towel around me. I let grab my comb from the shelf above the sink and brush my hair. At least this explained the hair change. Most of the Death Eaters in Uncle Severus' stories had blonde or black hair. I remember him telling me about one witch who had white running through her pitch black hair. Maybe this happened to her too when she was chosen.

I unlock the door and see Malfoy sitting on his bed reading his book. He looks up at me as I walk out of the bathroom. "Are you hungry?" he asks politely.

It was as if he could read my mind. I hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday. I aren't really a breakfast person so I would normally wait until lunch to eat anything. "Yeah, a little." I reply back to him while walking back over to my bed.

"I told Snape that you aren't feeling well so he could tell your teachers. Hopefully the Hall isn't so busy tonight." He says while averting his gaze back into his book.

"I forgot to thank you, for taking care of me. I'm surprised you didn't just leave me on the floor the way I acted with Parkinson." I say with my back turned away from him.

"If anything you did me a favour, Parkinson and I were on the outs anyway." He signs . "I'm surprised she didn't hurt you to be honest. Normally she would have lashed out and put you in the hospital wing. You must scare her."

I couldn't decide whether her being scared of me was a good or a bad thing. I managed to break up two people because of my temper. If anything, I am scared of myself. "I doubt that." I huff as I get up and pull some clothes out of my trunk. "Can I have some privacy, please?" I ask while walking over to my bed again.

"I'm not looking." He says with a smirk.

"God you're such a perv, Malfoy." I huff. "Don't look okay."

"I'm not."

I face my back to him and put on my top. I can feel his eyes burning in the back of my head. I just carry on and grab the knickers that are on the bed and put them on. I then stand up and turn back around to put on my trousers when I see Malfoy looking at me wide eyed. "You actually make me sick, don't you have any consideration for privacy?" I say realising that I am stood in a top and knickers.

"Did you forget that I changed you into your pyjamas when you blacked out? Not like I haven't seen your tits before." He says while rolling his eyes at me.

"You really are a sarcastic twat, you know that." I huff while turning back around and putting my trousers on. "What did you say was wrong with me anyway?" I ask

"I said you had a migraine and you couldn't get out of bed." He replies. "I'd be shocked if you didn't have a headache with you blowing my brains out yesterday." I reach across my bed and grab the decorative pillow which was about to fall onto the floor and throw it across the room at his head. He looks at me in disbelief while throwing the pillow back to me. "Don't stand there and act like you didn't enjoy it as much as I did."

"So what if I did enjoy it. Doesn't make you any less of an arsehole."

He puts his book face down onto the bed and walks over to me again. "You didn't just enjoy it though did you, you loved it. It's written all over your smug little face."