Draco's face became a bit pouty. "You were in my commonroom snooping around?" He tried his best to keep his voice from sounding like a whine. "What a terrible thing to do Potter! What an intrusion of privacy!" He sighed softly. "So you sneak around more than any of us know?" He wasn't surprised honestly. "Hey Harry? What if I came to your commonroom sometime? I'm not usually really big on the whole getting caught thing, but I suppose their is a thrill in sneaking about." He thought of the cabinet he himself was sneaking around to fix. He thought about the fact that he was to be a murderer. The fact that sometimes he'd sneak out to attend meeting with his father and the dark lord himself. He'd seen that horrid snake eat the victims of voldemort. He was slowly beginning to realize what he'd become a part of, and he knew he'd have to stop. He couldn't have these things on his conscience. "I have some work I need to attend to, so I do think we should end this little meeting for today." He stood and quickly left.

Draco was careful to avoid everyone for the rest of the night. He left a note for Crabbe and Goyle explaining that he'd had to go attend to some things. They knew of his business with the dark lord, and they wouldn't question his disappearance. He could feel a knot in his stomach. What he was about to do was stupid, and he knew his father would turn him over to whatever the dark lord wanted to do to hum. He faced his father now, staring into his eyes. "Draco?" He knew he hadn't been expected to show up here today. "Father we need to talk.."

Not to long afterwards, Draco found himself under the pain of the Cruciatus curse. He could hear cries, not realizing the were his own. He could feel vomit rising in his throat, and he did his best to keep it down. He was regretting everything he'd said to his father. He'd told everything. How he had become friends with Harry, how he didn't want to be a death eater, and even how muggles weren't so bad. He could feel liquid trickling from his eyes, and he wasn't sure if it was blood or tears. Either way even crying was painful.

The pain lasted until a few hours later when he was released. He was given the order to discontinue his chatting with Potter and he chose to continue following his path as a death eater. He didn't desire to be driven mad by the Cruciatus curse and he knew that meant he was selfish. He managed his way back into Hogwarts and laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling.