Draco did not want to do this, he didn't particularly want to go out in the first place, let alone with the biggest nutjob in this place. Crouch was a frustrating pain, he had an unshakeable calm, he was cruel and rude and, worst of all, no one cared! No one cared if he complained! No one did anything after he scratched up his wrist with his bloody nails like some stray cat.

Both father and mother gave him some strict warnings to just try and avoid him.

Well, lot of good that did. Now he had a secret mission from the Dark Lord to complete with the psychopath. He was supposed to meet him outside at 11pm of all times, way past his not-official but actually official bedtime. Sulking and stalling as long as he could in his room, he finished preparing to go out, slipped on his shoes and made his way out. Two minutes late. He didn't fancy being on time, he was feeling particularly rebellious but not confident enough to push it to five minutes.

He wasn't completely crazy, after all.