I didn't know how to tell him. I feel like the best way was to be straight up.
My hands were shaking, and I felt almost cold and numb. I didn't know what I did. But I had no choice.
Draco told me to meet him in the Room of Requirement. I wasn't sure what was about to happen, but I knew I had to prepare myself for it.
I shook off my nerves and walked into a dark room filled with the most random junk.
Piles and piles of old items ranging from rusty keys, old books, tattered fabric, broken wood furniture and cabinets.
"Draco?" I called out. I walked through the piles, looking at some items as I moved through.
A tall figure then stood in front of me. I didn't want to look up. I knew I'd break out in sobs.
"Let me see... your wrist," he says hesitantly. I felt my hands shaking. My throat started to feel like it was closing up as I tried to hold back my sobs.
I murmured and shook my head.
"What... happened?" He quietly asked. He said it in a monotone voice, but I could tell he was furious.
I hesitated to let the words roll off my tongue. I sniffled as I tried to talk.
He grabbed my wrist quite roughly and lifted my sleeve. He threw my arm back down and it caused me to lose my balance.
I held onto an table for support. My sobs couldn't be contained at this point.
Draco started sobbing too. It echoed throughout the room and rang in my ear.
"I'm sorry," I softly said. I moved my hair out of my face to look at him.
He wasn't even facing me.
He kicked some random items that were scattered on the floor.
"You're sorry? You're sorry?!" Draco's voice broke, still sobbing, sounding like he was having trouble breathing.
"I'm the one who should be sorry, I swore to myself you would have no part in this whatsoever, and now look. Because of some dumb fucking mistake that I didn't think through. Because I didn't think straight, YOU get involved. You're in this situation because of me and YOU'RE sorry?!"
I stood back upstraight to look him in the eye. I put my hands up to his cheek and wiped his tear away with my thumb.
He held my hand, but looking down his arm, I see scratch marks and redness on his mark.
I held his arm and lifted his sleeve.
"I wanted it off so badly. Only reason I took it was because I didn't want you to die..." he says.
I hugged him tightly and sobbed into his chest.
The Dark Lord forced me to have the mark and threatened that if I did not accept, I would have had to watch Draco be put under the cruciatus curse.
I couldn't even imagine seeing him under that. I woukd have rather died myself than to otherwise.
"You aren't alone. I'm not going to die, I'm right here."
