Darling, You're Mine

The Dark Mark

A/N: i know sirius black was only in azkaban for 12 years, so just a reminder that some things won't match the original timeline as i've addressed. everything that happened in the prisoner of azkaban has already happened, but Draco and May don't know about it, so they both think he's a murderer still. that's all, enjoy :)
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Draco's Pov

She was perfect. Everything I had wanted since the very day I laid eyes on her, and just as I imagined, we were perfect.

But I've been lying.

I haven't been lying about the dark mark itself, she knows I have it, but what I have been keeping is the letters and indescribable burning.

My father has been sending me letters for 3 months. The dark lord hasn't summoned me yet, but he has. My father has been trying to summon me for 3 months in his letters.

I refused to go until it was absolutely time. I wasn't going to leave her until it was absolutely time. As we laid in her bed, I woke up only to feel my left arm burn like it was grilling.

"Draco? Draco what's wrong?" She woke up to my screaming.

"I can't stop it!" I yelled, holding and squeezing my arm.

"Draco what's happening?" She grew worried, and began to latch on to whatever part of me she could grab quickest to soothe me.

"The mark May! He wants me, and I have to go now or this won't-" I was interrupted by my own scream as the burning intensified. "AHH!"

"No please don't go Draco. You could get hurt." She cried for me.

"I already am hurt May! I have to go now." I quickly put on clothes, and then laid a kiss on her as long as I could, and for a split second there was no pain against her lips. "I love you."

"Draco wait!" She begged, but I was already gone. Apparated in front of the manor. As I walked up to the door my mark soothed, and the pain was gone, but the pain of leaving her alone remained.

"Draco!" My mother opened the door and threw her arms around me. Usually that would have helped, but right now, only May's embrace would have.

"Draco! Come in now!" My father appeared behind my mother, and angry. "The dark lord is furious with you boy, why on earth haven't you touched that damn cabinet?!" He yelled dragging me inside by the ear. "I've tried my best to protect you, but you've ignored my letters for too long." Protect me? He's the reason I had to do this in the first place.

"Malfoy." Bellatrix lingered down the hallway into the kitchen where I stood. "He's ready for you my dear." She hissed.

As I followed her down the cold gloomy hallway, my heart stopped as we reached the door I knew he sat behind. Bellatrix opened the door for me, and there he was, sat at the head of the long rectangular table.

"Draco my boy." He hissed. "Come. Sit." Bellatrix guided me into the chair directly across from him, keeping us in distance through the length of the table. Which I was silently thankful for. "I thought I gave you specific instructions to work on that cabinet, and it has yet to be touched in months Ive been told. Do I need to do something to show you how clear I am?"

"N-No master." I stuttered. He was the only thing that brought me fear.

"I would ask what's been distracting you, but I already know when I see into you. It's Blacks girl." He said, but I had no clue who he meant.

"Who?" I asked confused.

"Oh that's right, she hasn't told you. May Kingsley, your distraction, is Sirius Blacks daughter." There was no way. How could he be? May said she never knew her father, was she lying? Or did she not know?

There was no way. She was 17, and he'd been in Azkaban for the past...16 years, and he escaped a year ago. Oh god. May probably doesn't know.

"Start your task Draco, and get rid of your distraction, or I will get rid of her myself. You're free to go." He hissed as he ordered the door open with his wand, and allowed me to walk out.

"Yes my lord." I spoke through gritted teeth stepping away. My father began to say something to me, but I ignored him. "I'm not staying longer than I have to." Then I apparated back to my room where May was pacing.

"Fucking hell!" She yelled after she noticed me.

"Why aren't you in class?" I asked, trying to avoid the conversation that would pain us both so miserably.

"Why weren't you in class? You tell me the dark lord wants you then just leave? Where have you been?!" She was rightfully angry.

"It doesn't matter." I had to try my best to show no emotion. She had to believe what I was going to say next.

"Doesn't matter? Draco I've been worried sick!" God I had been worried sick about her.

"Why, you shouldn't have been." I hated being so crude to her, all I wanted to do right now was kiss her and tell her everything.

"Why? What is wrong with you?! Because I love you Draco!" I love you too.

"Well I don't love you." Yes I do.

"What?" I'm so sorry darling.

"We're over." God but I don't want to be.

"Draco are they making you do this?" Yes.

"Bloody hell I can make my own decisions Kingsley, we're over." This isn't my own decision.

"I'm not stupid, you said you loved me right before you left. Voldemort is making you do this isn't he." Yes he is, I meant every word I said.

"Would you just listen?! I don't love you!" God I love you so much.

"Fine. If you're so weak that you can't be honest with me, then I don't love you either. How does that feel?" Miserable. Hearing those words made me feel my brokenness, whether she meant them or not. I was speechless, all I could do was stand there. "Get the fuck out of my room Draco." She rolled her eyes then sighed turning around, and I was sure to be gone before she looked back.