The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"

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NOT COMPLETED You were in 6th year at Hogwarts, you were forced to work for the dark lord Voldemort. They were all abusive there, they never treated you fairly. Your arms and legs were always covered in marks and bruises, but never your face. They didn't want anyone finding out about you. One day Draco notices a bruise on your face that you had received from Voldemort, you to were friends you could say. You always flirted with each other. You never knew Draco was a death eater, until you saw him at a meeting. He had now found out that you were the lords servant, he wanted to help you leave the lords services. You both fall in love with each other in the process, but that was dangerous... You both just didn't know it yet.