The Mark

Draco

Bloody Potter, always sticking his nose in other people's business. It's not like he's ever cared about me before. Always ignoring me or getting into petty fights. It's no wonder I'm less than civil towards him, he's a prat to me. These are my thoughts as I walk back to my room. It's easier to obsess over how annoying Potter is than to face the truth. The truth that I'm gay and definitely crushing on Potter. I sigh. Whoever controls the lives of people, what did I do to make you hate me so much? I'm going to get in trouble with McGonagall when she finds out I've ditched detention. Whatever, it's not like I deserved it anyway. Well... maybe I do. Just a teensy bit. But Potter's the one who started the fight! I've been civil towards him all year. I've tried to ignore him, seems to be the easiest way to deal with the recent events. My arm twitches. Just thinking about it makes the dark mark sting. That's one reason, as if being insufferably annoying and nosy, bloody Potter's gotta make the mark act up too. The second reason is for more embarrassing and something I won't admit to myself, even in my thoughts. Ugh, Bloody Potter...