𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬: Draco Malfoy

E L E V E N

~Fear~

TW: MENTIONS OF ABUSE,RAPE,ETC

"The time has come".

Dumbledore's voice echoed through the cold room, I understood what he meant quickly.

I felt my heart start to palpitate, my head start to pound. And my palms began to grow sweaty. the days were approaching. The days,

That I went home for my trial.

I had to become a death eater, along with Draco.

Draco didn't know I was getting one along with him. I knew that someone was getting one with me however. I just didn't know who it was, that was until I first came to hog warts and recognized his last name. Malfoy. My mother explained it was Lucius and Narcissa's son but never said his name.

I was terrified of going back home. Especially getting the dark mark. When my mother got hers at the age of 16 she was tortured as her first test.

She was raped, Held captive, she had curses and hexes used on her to test her strength. Nothing meant for a girl. I remember her telling me the story. I was 14.

My mother didn't want to get the dark mark along with me having to get it. But, my father implied it was best for the family. To keep its name reigned and in power. My father is a death eater, one of the most loyal to Voldemort. Nothing to be proud of.

I felt my eyes begin to become heavy and my bones begin to grow weak. And then I saw my mother. Talking to me about her trial.

I was 16. I remember the day so clearly Nova. I was terrified. I woke up, with bags under my eyes, from the lack of sleep due to the worry in my head about getting the dark mark. I knew that's when it would all go downhill. I got ready, throwing on a black dress with my hair down and curled.

I remember arriving to the meeting place which can't be said since it got destroyed previously. But I walked in, headed to the dining room. As I walked in, everyone's heads turned towards mine. My head hurt, my eyes stung as I saw his face for the first time. The dark lord. Just staring into his eyes you could see, this man was pure evil; the definition of evil Nova.

I had took a seat at the big dining table as my hands were shaking and my breath ragged. The dark lord talked among us all for around 20 minutes, to me it felt as if I had been there a whole hour. The dark lord asking me questions here and there. Then the time came.

He led me into a room with another man. Giving me the mark, it stung and stung. A piercing burn, i've never felt worse. Other than a cruciatus curse. Voldemort left the room, leaving me alone with a man. He threw me into a bed, tying me up to where I couldn't escape. He walked towards me, grasping my chin tightly. Forcing me to look into his eyes.
"Im gonna have some fun with you". He was around 40 years old. I was terrified Nova. I've never been in a position like that.

He ripped my dress off, cutting some parts that he couldn't remove. He unbuckled his pants, stroking and spitting on himself to lube himself up. Aligning himself with my vagina. I shuddered in fear, I started crying. It hadn't started and I already wanted it to be done. Then when it happened, it was pure torture. It hurt, he was large. But, I wasn't aroused. So it burned, a lot. I screamed a lot Nova.
I couldn't bear the pain of the mark mixed in with the burning in me. He moved as he pleased and he went rough, feeling as if I was being ripped with a chainsaw. I don't want that to happen to you-