The Dark Mark (The Girl Who Lived part II)

The Deal with Draco

I met with Dumbledore in his office soon after the feast ended. I told him of my altered Dark Mark, Draco's Dark Mark, and the beginning of his plans that I had overheard from Harry. Dumbledore combed his lengthy beard with his hands. He was deep in thought. "What's my next plan of action?" I asked him. "Follow all of their instructions. Only report back if you find intriguing news. They surely have planted spies among us. We can't have you getting caught". He glanced at his time piece. "It's late. You must get going". 

I tip-toed along the corridors trying not to get caught by any of the prefects. I stood in front of the painting of the fat lady. Just one syllable away from completing the password, when I was interrupted by the arrogant voice of a Malfoy. "Well well well, if it isn't Scarlet Weasley. What are the chances of us meeting here?" I stomped my foot on the ground. So close, and yet so far. I turned around to face him. "You waited here, didn't you?" I raised an eyebrow. From my knowledge, I was the only Gryffindoor or even girl (who wasn't Pansy Parkinson) who could stand breathing the same air as him much less, share a room.

"So how many points should I deduct from Gryffindoor this time?" He quickly changed the subject and pulled out pen and paper which he held above his face to cover the barely noticeable tint of pink on his cheeks. "Let's wait and see. You may have to deduct more after I possibly assault a prefect. But that depends on your answer. Did you break Harry's nose?" There was an awfully high-pitched sound not too far away. "Oh Draco, where are you?" Draco quickly looked left and right. "That's Parkinson. I've got to go". He ducked into different rooms and then into several hallways. I followed not too far behind. Somehow, we ended up outside underneath the tree near Black Lake. "We finally lost her. I swear Parkinson has the same motivation that Roland Weasley has to clean his plate even if that means to lick it clean". I had to agree with part of what he said. Pansy was just as motivated as Ron around food. "Ron". I corrected him. 

"That's what I said". "No it wasn't. You said "Roland". His name is Ronald, or Ron. You just switched the "l" and "n"". I said to him. "Same thing". He waved off his mistake. "You tricky little thing. I almost forgot that I had a bone to pick with you". I pointed my finger at him. "You said so earlier. What issue is it this time?" He crossed his arms. "You broke Harry's nose, didn't you?" "What, did Potter send you ahead to fight his battles for him?" He smirked. I bet that in that twisted mind of his, he felt even more superior than Harry.

"No. He actually didn't want me to get involved. But that's not the point". "So you want me to kiss his injury and make it better?" "I want you to apologize". "Apologize? He wouldn't have gotten his nose broken if he wasn't spying on me. Something that his mother should've taught him. But I suppose Potter's mother wasn't alive to teach him that". Whenever Draco mentioned Harry, he had a nasty tone. Sinister, even. "But you didn't have to take such drastic measures that would result in Harry's broken nose just to get the point across". "You know me, and you know Potter. We're oil and water. We just don't mix". "I know that it's not possible for you to be friends. But can you at least try to be civil?" "Define civil". "Not physically hurting each other". I knew that asking Draco not to insult Harry aloud would be the equivalent to asking him not to breath for  a millennium. Harry on the other hand, might possibly agree, but it'd be the equivalent as pulling teeth. Painful and difficult on both sides. 

But I knew that they would be able to do this much. Sure, they might want to strangle a pillow later and then scream into it, but it'd save innocent bystanders from being pulled into one of their fights. Plus, it would be one less problem that I'd have to worry about. Draco thought and said something that I anticipated he would. "What do I get in return? This is after all, an inconvenience". The reflection of the moon on the lake shimmered. A low cool breeze blew back the very ends of my ponytail and ruffled my skirt. Draco circled around me much like a vulture would to it's prey. My eyes followed him. "What do you want?" That was a mistake as soon as I opened my mouth. I never should've asked him that. "I want you to break up with Potter. All of us know that he's isn't even good enough to be the ground that you walk on. While I on the other hand-" He was about to continue on and gloat about how much better he was as if I wasn't aware. 

I didn't think too highly of Draco. But I knew why he thought of himself on a different level than Harry because Draco often told me why he thought these things. As if the more times he told me, the better I would understand him. Which, I didn't. I still couldn't comprehend why he made some of the decisions he made no matter how hard I tried. "-and I'm certainly more  handsome than that four-eyed Potter. I've got the girls going crazy". Draco continued to list off the things that he thought made him superior. "You make them crazy alright". I said underneath my breath. Draco who was too occupied with his thoughts, didn't seem to notice the slightest bit. "I'm also much richer. One day, I'll be proud owner of Malfoy Manor. If you play your cards right, that could be your property too". I never wanted to go back to that cursed place even if it had four million galleons hidden in it somewhere. 

"Alright, I get how much better you are than Harry. I'm not going to break up with Harry. Because then this deal would be useless. What else do you want? If it doesn't involve that or me physically hurting someone for you or breaking ties with any of my friends, I'll do whatever else you want". He waited a minute, tapping his foot, and looking upward as if he had trouble coming up with something else that he wanted just as much. I knew that he had this idea in his mind from the beginning. He was simply acting as if he didn't. His foot that he tapped on the damp grass slowed. His eyes met mine. He smirked. And even more so, I regretted giving him the option to choose what he wanted and that I would agree to it regardless. But there was no turning around now. He opened his mouth to speak. And I did not like any portion of the five word sentence he spoke next while he seemed to love every single syllable. "Be my slave, Scarlet Weasley".