#voldamort

he was right though. we aren't what we used to be before Hogwarts.  we aren't as close as we used to be. before we would talk for hours and we knew everything about each other. but now when I look at him all I see is the shell of the twin I used to have.

I treaded back to the common room that I now had to call home.

"So what is it, (Y/N)? are you going to be staying with me this summer again?" I looked up to see Draco looking up from the potions book he was reading.

"Yup." I popped the 'p' and made my way over to the sofa, plopping down next to him. "Harry's mad at me though." my voice somewhat quiet.

"Sorry to hear that, but it'll be okay I promise that this summer will be the best you ever had." he wrapped an arm around me. Draco was never one to show much emotion around others but I guess after having to spend 4, now 5, summers with me I guess he opened up to me a bit more. we are inseparable.

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we all border the train, I got into the same compartment as Draco and some of his friends. I read the whole time, not wanting to talk to the others as we didn't get along all that much. I felt the train stop slowly. the others got up and walked out into the sea of hundreds of children. I got up, grabbing my bag after stuffing my book in it. I joined Draco at the door, walking out with him too. I saw harry walking up to Ms. Weasly with a smile on his face.

I felt unimportant watching him. it hurt to see others make harry happy. the type of happy only I could make him. it pained me to watch as he smiled when I had to sit and watch. I felt a pang as he made friends left and right while others were scared to talk to me. the girl who was misplaced.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the feeling of Draco grabbing my hand, still looking and walking forwards. a slight smile appeared on my face as I knew there wasn't use in complaining because Draco was all I needed.

he kept his promise though. it was the best summer I ever had with him. his parents were gone the whole time (Well not gone but they mostly stayed on the top floor only coming down for food), so it was mostly spent doing dumb things in the house. we even went out to the lake nearby.

I slept in Malfoys room most of the time, rarely did I ever go into my room. I didn't want to be alone. Draco and I would watch movies in his room too, though most of the time we didn't pay attention to it. I just threw popcorn at him while he tried, sometimes succeeding, to start a tickle war. I only slept in the same bed as him four times because of nightmares, but the rest of the time was spent on the sofa.

Draco and I were watching a dumb show on the telly, me making jokes about the bad production and him telling me to shut up and that he was trying to pay attention. a soft knock was heard coming from the other side of the door. we both exchanged glances, not knowing how to go about the situation because we were alone this whole time.

"Draco?" we both looked to the door to see it cracked open. "Draco you two aren't doing anything inappropriate right?" we heard his mom say. I stifled a laugh, smiling widely from the thought.

"No! of course not!" he shot up from his spot on the sofa he didn't want to leave 5 minutes ago.

"What? am I not good enough for you?" I faked to be offended.

"It's not that, it-its just, oh you know what I mean potter!" he shouted at me playfully, smacking the back of my head while he walked to his mom in the door. "What is it you need?" he asked carefully.

"Your father and I were wondering if you and (Y/N) would like to join us upstairs, for a meeting."

"Mother I'm not sure if (Y/N) would be interested in something like that." I looked over to him, finally standing up from my spot and walking towards him.

"They insist." this time her voice changed to a more persistent one.

"Well if they insist," I said bubbly hopping on Draco's back, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. he hooked his arms under my knees, carrying me out of the room.

"you two are so cute together." I rested my chin on his head while he walked. I closed my eyes. reflecting on the past summer, august was going by so fast so far even though it was only the 3rd day. School was going to start soon and I would have as many memories to spend with Draco as much anymore.

I hear a door closing, the sound pulls me out of my thoughts. I open my eyes to see a bunch of people at the table. at the head though was a face embedded in my memories, a person I only heard of and the one that killed my parents in front of my brother and me.

Draco dropped me to the ground gently, while my eyes widened to the sight. I felt my hands shake, my back curl up to make myself as small as possible, and grabbing Draco's white button-up.

"Draco?" I whimpered, hiding my face in his shirt. he turned around and hugged me with one arm.

"It's ok." he whispered in my ear, kissing the top of my head. "you promised you wouldn't drag me into your mess."

"Yes, but once our lord heard about a potter staying here he had insisted on meeting her." I heard footsteps coming toward Draco and me, so I held on tighter in fear it was him. "Draco step back." I heard Lucius speak again. I felt hands on my shoulder, pushing me away and ripping my grip from him while taking a few steps back. I looked up at him, tears in my eyes as I stood there, paralyzed with fear. the kids at school were wrong. I couldn't possibly be a Gryffindor, I'm scared shitless right now.

"I thought you would have been stronger, less vulnerable. less emotional." I felt someone get closer to me. "you're nothing like your parents." I felt a sharp thin object press against my back.

"Don't touch her." I heard Draco, but he was quickly told to shut up by his father.

"You're nothing like your bother are you?" I felt the object move from my shoulder blade to my neck, then under my chin. I identified the object as a wand, the wand pushed my chin up to look at him. "Answer me when I ask you a question," he says sternly. I shook my head, too scared to use my words because of the lump in my throat. he grabs my face with a tough grip, pulling my face closer to his. "Your words you idiot!"

"No!" I whimpered out, tears streaming down my face. he let go roughly.

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I looked over at Draco, we were now at Borgin and Burks, I saw the pain and sadness, and regret in his eyes.

"(Y/N)?" I looked over at Lucius, "You're choice?"

I thought about it, even though I didn't really have to. just one look at Draco and I knew my decision. yes. of course, it was. Draco was sad that he had no choice in getting the mark or not, and there was no way in hell I was going to let him go through that alone. at least when we get put in Azkaban we go together.

Y/n came from a pure blooded family and a wealthy one at that; her father, Lysander Roth worked with the Ministry and had connections to some very powerful people, then there was her mother Estrella Roth was a beautiful woman (obviously Y/n inherited her looks).

Y/n Rotj was the perfect girl. She was top of her classes, beautiful and kind hearted, which was a shocker as she was known as the Princess of Slytherin. Every eye would turn to her as she walked into a room, gracefully with her elegant dark skin that glowed in the sun, her coily hair that bounced as she strut, her smile was warm and welcoming. Then there was her eyes, a shiny honey color that sparkled and brightened with her smile, but there was something off about them; cold if you might say. Her smile was warm and comforting, it never showed in her eyes. But Y/n was a quiet, more kept to herself type of witch. Yes, she was the perfect girl and the perfect type for any guy -or girl- of Hogwarts.

But out of the many options of potential sutters, she picks Draco Malfoy. Don’t get her wrong, Draco is a very good looking young lad with not only riches but brains too, but a girl like Y/n Wayne -the loving princess of Slytherin- dating Syltherin’s snobby and rude Prince, Draco. You can see where people’s confusement can stem from. Contrary to popular belief, the two of you were a great pare; yes he was still snobby and rude to other especially “mudbloods” (as he refers to them), but you were always there to save the poor sape out of the clutches that was Draco Malfoy.

Yes, beautiful and kind, that was Y/n; no one would even think twice of her innocents. How could they not? You were the perfect sweetheart of Slytherin. What could you be possibly hiding.

...

Standing over the ledge of the Astronomy tower both Y/n and Draco looked down at parchment sent from Draco’s auntie, Bellatrix. Hidden by the darkness of the night sky, they inspect their surroundings of any unwanted presents. Putting a silencing spell around them, they opened the letter.

“Draco, Y/N.” The voice of Bellatrix comes through as the letter animates to life. “The Dark Lord and the fellow Death Eaters are anticipating for you to complete your mission. Snape is keeping an eye on both of you so you don’t slack off and forget what you were tasked to do...Draco, dear. I’m referring to you. Our families' reputation depends on you to complete this, the Dark Lord has high expectations for both of you, Y/n, especially. DO NOT FAIL US.”

With that the letter burned to ash.

“So encouraging, auntie.” Draco grumbles to himself in annoyance. He lifts his arm at the inked design that was permanently tattooed to his skin, dragging his cold fingers over it in a sorta hesitant manner. You grabbed his arm taking his attention away from it. Looming into his gray eyes I give him a reassuring smile.

“This mark isn't something to be ashamed of, Draco.” You reassured him as the soft touch of your fingers gracefully admired the dark sild. “This is what was brought onto us, and we should hold great honor that the Dark Lord has chosen us for a task so important. Godfather wouldn't have chosen you, wouldn't have chosen us if he didnt think we were ready for this.” You let your hand hand fall into his, giving it a tender sqweeze. “He picked us because we are the best option to invade. The rat hid cowardly in that ginger’s trouser, and your father wasn't ready mah’Lord wanted of him.”

You raised his hand over your mouth, landing a sweet peck on his pale white knuckles -contrast to you much darker skin. He smiled lovingly at the touch, pulling you closer by the waist, binging his other icey hand caresing your burning cheek. Due to the summer heat or your face flushing at your boyfriend’s bold movements.

He stares into you sweet, yet deceiving eyes. “I wish we could've had more of these moments last year before summer.” Draco whispered into my hair, pushing your head to rest on his chest.

“You mean before finding out who my god father was and being dragged into a war where I'm basically a weapon and have to actually talk to these muggle lovers.” You gigged at the blunt explanation.

“Who would've thought my bethroughed is actually the Dark Lord’s cursed Godchild? Doomed to end us all.” He rolled his head sarcastically, waving to the sky at the title given.

“Who would've thought?” You nuzzled into the crook of his nape as he twiddle his fingers around a curly hair strand and pressed a kiss on the crown of your head.

“I love you.” His voice was soft, different from his whiny tone around Potter and his following guard dogs. This was a voice only you can hear.