𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇! 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲

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chapter two. the soul mark

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"MORNING, DRACO!" PANSY GREETED DRACO from beside him as he opened his eyes. he then noticed blaise standing at the end of his bed.

'great, so i'm not dead,' draco silently groaned.

"how are you feeling?" blaise asked, showing sympathy.

"i've been better, yeah." draco's mind wandered to last night when he stared at himself in the mirror. "what time is it?"

"a quarter past seven, we know you like to wake up early and we wanted to be here when you woke up," the black-haired girl gave him a smile with comforting eyes.

"oh, thanks. i cannot wait to get out of here. this place is just full of sadness," draco sneered.

draco fought against telling his best friends about the dark patches across his torso. he knew they would insist on staying with madame pomfrey longer and draco could only take so much of that place.

"well, we'll leave you to get dressed. don't forget to drink that potion," blaise pointed to the flask on the night table beside draco's bed. draco nodded and watched his friends walk out of the infirmary.

he grabbed the bottle that contained a healing potion and swished it down. draco winced at the foul taste and started coughing slightly. "why must all healing potions taste terrible? surely healers can make something at least a little more manageable," draco said aloud to himself.

he stepped down from his bed and grabbed his clothes for the day that were placed on the chair in front of his bed. he then hastily walked to the hospital wing's bathroom.

draco felt a sense of deja vu when he opened the door and found his reflection staring back at him. shutting the door slowly, he set his clothes down on the sink. he took a moment to retain himself while he watched himself in the mirror.

he slowly started to undo the buttons on his shirt, not daring to look at his torso. he kept his eyes locked on the eyes of his reflection, only to see the dark orange spots in his peripheral vision. After unbuttoning the first three buttons he stopped abruptly and clamped his eyes shut. he breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying to calm his nerves before fully unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

this time he kept his eyes glued to the floor. what draco didn't understand was how something could look so vile and not be cured from magic?

the only explanation would be that he was hit with something made from magic.

but the fight from the day prior – that was purely physical. no one had hit him with a curse or a hex.

draco shrugged the rest of his shirt off after unbuttoning the last of it. he looked up and it was hard for him to look anywhere else other than the upper half of his body. the bruises of last night had been blue and purple but these – they were a deep and dark orange.

a sickly feeling rose in draco's stomach as his slim fingers slid across his torso.

he pressed down lightly on the biggest discoloration that looked like a gash. there was no pain whatsoever. it wasn't even numb.

he felt completely normal.

"what the fuck?" draco softly whispered.

it was like he had been colored by a child with a crayon. or as if he had gotten a bad tan that was slowly fading away. his unusually pale skin now was no longer pale. he felt like he was burning up. he wasn't sure if participating in school today was the best idea. he contemplated on telling his friends, or even madame pomfrey, of his bruises but ultimately decided against it.

this was all potter's fault. weasel had been hitting his face while potter beat up his torso. he must have put something on his hands to cause these magic-induced marks.

but wouldn't that mean potter's hands would have the marks too? draco didn't remember potter's hands being blue or purple or orange.

after hearing his stomach growl from lack of food, he changed into his school clothes and left the bathroom to go find his friends.

he opened the door to the infirmary and saw pansy and blaise standing against the wall a few feet away. pansy was the first to see him, "ready, draco?" draco just simply nodded and gave his friends a quick smile while pointing his nose up.

they walked in silence toward the great hall – which was fine with draco since he wasn't in much of a talking mood.

there weren't many people in the halls or corridors at this time of the morning which was why draco loved to wake so early. they passed a few people chatting quietly or walking silently on their way to the great hall for breakfast.

"i've been waiting for this moment for so long! my mum has told me so many stories of when she got hers," draco overheard katie bell's conversation with her friend. his pace slowed.

"who gave it to you? my, your wrist is turning burnt orange!" katie's friend gasped. draco stopped.

draco turned his head to see katie's wrist was the same color as the spots on his torso.

"the only person that touched me yesterday was terry boot. terry was the one to give me my soul mark," katie gushed.

'soul mark?' draco thought to himself.

"draco? are you all right?" pansy asked after she and blaise noticed draco wasn't walking with them anymore.

draco removed his gaze from katie and her friend to give his attention to pansy. he nodded, "yeah, let's go."

the trio walked side by side into the great hall and headed towards the slytherin table. they were the only slytherins awake at that hour besides from tracey davis.

"good morning, tracey," blaise greeted her as he sat down next to her. draco took a seat across from her and pansy sat next to hm.

"morning, blaise. draco, how are you feeling? you were in the hospital wing all night," tracey asked. draco sighed, "i'm doing better. no thanks to potter and the weasels."

"well, for what it's worth, the song was brilliant," tracey picked at her food.

draco poured himself a cup of tea, "i know. they just don't have any sense of humor."

the slytherins grew silent as they began to eat their breakfast.

"what's a soul mark?" draco asked no one in particular.

blaise hummed while swallowing a bite of his food, "it's a mark you get whenever your soulmate touches you. it really sucks if you get in public because there's a slim chance you'll see them again."

"how do you get rid of it?" draco asked.

the dark-skinned boy snickered, "you don't just get rid of it, it's pretty permanent."

"permanent?" draco shrieked.

"yes, that is, until the first act of love. then that's when they are erased," blaise explained.

"what do you mean, the first act of love?" draco began to feel his hands sweat.

"i don't know, something like a hug or a kiss, or giving a gift. even terms of endearment, they're all acts of love."

"does the other person get the marks too?"

"well, i would expect yes, seeing that they also touched them too. why are you asking questions about this anyways?" blaise questioned.

"oh, he probably got a soul mark!" pansy clapped excitedly.

"by who, madame pomfrey?" tracey laughed.

draco rolled his eyes and took a sip of his tea, "i was just curious."

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published: 12.28.20 3:27pm
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