Xanxus doesn't do romantic. Then again, neither does Squalo.
The perfect prefect of Gryffindor isn't so perfect, after all.
The death of Draco Malfoy. Voldemort wins- but at what price?
They wouldn't have done it if he were pureblood, he knows. Hatred courses through his veins, flaming through him as painfully as the wounds they've left scratched into his skin. One day they'll regret this.