Hurt
He was lying on his bed. He could still feel the burning pain on his forearm. It had been a few day since his marking ceremony. Or it haven’t really been a ceremony. The only one there was Voldemort and Bellatrix. She had gave him sympathetic looks through the whole thing. She had even performed some sort of spell that would stop the pain doing the ceremony.
He didn’t know how to tell his mum yet. He hadn’t been out of his room in 4 days. He had finished all of his essays a long while ago and was just lying there on his bed doing nothing.
Draco didn’t know how his mother would react but she always looked uncomfortable during the dinners and she didn’t seem to like anything about the other death eaters.
His mother had always been there for him. Every time his father had abused him, every time he had been sick , every time he struggled with a subject at school. She had listened to him and being there for him in his darkest and happiest moment.
He needed to talk to her. She would probably found out anyway. He got up from his bed and went to her study. He knocked carefully on the door and waited. Two seconds later his mother said come in. He pushed down the door handle opened the door and walked in before closing it.