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One Of Them Now

The soreness between my legs is the first thing I feel as my eyes reluctantly open. The next is the warm body that is beside me, Draco. I throw my feet over the bed quietly and tip-toe toward the bathroom.

I approach the mirror after stripping off my clothes and what I see represents how I feel. My mascara is smudged, some dried in the form of tears after Draco gave me multiple orgasms last night. My hair is thrown into the messiest bun possible, looking like a rat's nest.

The things that catch my eye are my collarbone and my ribs peeking through my skin and the paleness of my body. It may seem crazy, but I love the way I look when I appear ill. Someone may look at me with horror, thinking I am sick and need help. But that only makes me feel better about myself. It means I am not fat, I am thin, and no one will make fun of me.

In my trance, I don't notice as Draco slips behind me. I feel his body heat radiating off of him, his bare skin against my bare back. We look at each other through the mirror, my brown hair contrasting with his almost white hair. His arms wrap around my waist and I let out a sigh as his hands brush against my nipples which are now hard.

My head drops back onto his chest allowing him access to my neck as he plants kisses down it. "I love you, Lia," Draco mutters before leaving me needy and stepping into the now hot shower.

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"Shit, ow!" Draco screams abruptly as we are lying on my bed, still naked from our shower.

"What's wrong?" I question him with worry. He shows me his left arm where his deatheater mark is. The snake in the middle of the skull is moving and hissing. "What does that mean?" I ask, trying to soothe him as he bites his lip from pain.

"I have to go, you have to come with me," He closes his eyes with relief as the snake stops moving.

"Where? Why?"

"Damn it, Lia! We have to go visit the Dark Lord."

"Why, Draco? Just tell me!"

"You're getting the mark," Draco finally admits, and my stomach drops.

"No," I refuse. I won't be branded to be used to kill people.

"You don't get it, Lia. You don't have a choice."

Just then the snake starts to move again and Draco jumps out of bed and begins to pull on clothes. I follow his actions, putting on a black dress, tears starting to form in my eyes.

When I turn towards Draco he must notice the dread on my face. He steps towards me, taking my head in his hands. "Listen to me, darling. Don't show him you're afraid. Don't let him get into your head. And do not disobey or disrespect him. Otherwise, he'll kill you," Draco tells me before planting a kiss on my forehead.

The world around me starts to spin and when it stops we are at the Malfoy Manor. It's like I remember it. Cold, quiet, and lonely. Draco lets go of my hand as he pushes open the huge doors leading to the huge dining room. When we enter the room the first person I see is the dark lord.

A shiver runs down my spine as the hair on the back of my neck stands up. "Ahhh, Lia Rivers, I'm glad you could make it," Voldemort speaks.

"Thank you, my Lord," I robotically say, trying not to show any emotion.

"Well, let's not postpone the inevitable. Come here, no need to be afraid," Voldemort demands, holding out his hand.

I step toward him and then give him my left arm. His nails dig into my skin, his hands cold as ice. The dark lord points his wand at my forearm, and then I am overwhelmed with pain. I like to say I have a high pain tolerance, but this succumbs me. I bite my lip and close my eyes, keeping my mind blank, knowing he is probably looking through it.

The pain disappears after what feels like years and I slowly open my eyes to see the mark imprinted onto my skin. "Thank you, my Lord," I nod at him. He smiles at me then shoos me away as if I'm a bug.

I can't explain it. The darkness that now lingers throughout my body, my mind. When Draco and I get back to my dorm, I strip off my clothes and get back in bed. I feel Draco behind me, but I am too tired to embrace him. Too ashamed to face him. I hate myself more than I ever have in my life. I am one of them now.

I am a deatheater, a servant to the Dark Lord.

AU: So... I did this. I understand if you are mad at me. I have been MIA for so long. I won't promise more frequent updates because honestly, I can't do that. I have a life. Homework, sports, family, hobbies, friends, mental health issues. I hope you guys understand that with all of this, it can be hard to find time or motivation to write. Thank you