The Dark Mark (The Girl Who Lived part II)

Draco's Ending: The Blessing

This is by far by favorite of the endings. I hope you love it as much as I do (even if you aren't a fan of Draco Malfoy) - C.S.

Draco escorted me outside, covering my eyes with one hand, and guided my back with the other. He knew that if he had simply said, "no peeking", and allowed me to just close my eyes, I would've peeked, regardless of what he had just said, moments prior. I was barefooted. I could tell we were outside. The cold damp grass tickled the bottoms of my feet. The slow wind moving the skirt of my dress. He said that it was a "surprise". I hate surprises. He knows that. I hate the anticipation of it all. The not knowing, is what kills me. "Are we there yet?" I whined. "Not yet. Just a little bit longer". His hands felt cold to the touch.

Where were we? "Can't you give me a little hint?" I complained. "But if I give you a hint, it'll ruin the surprise. And you don't want that, do you?". He answered. "Yes! That's exactly what I want!" "I'm still not giving you a hint". I didn't need to see him, to know that he was smirking. He was definitely enjoying this. I moved my hands around in the air, searching for him. "What are you doing, Scarlet?" "I'm trying to wipe that smirk off your face". We stopped moving. "Well, it was fun while it lasted. We're here". He uncovered my eyes. We were outside of Hogwarts, underneath the tree near the Black Lake. The tree that held so many memories for the both of us. The lake captured the beauty of the full moon in its entirety. The tree was heavily strung with twinkle lights. And off of each branch, on each twig, was a picture dangling from a piece of ribbon attached to the tree. Pictures of us.

I examined the pictures of us. They ranged from our early childhood to now. There was one of us at the Yule Ball. Another one, of an early birthday of Draco's before Hogwarts. Lucius and Narcissa sat on either side of the long table, while Draco sat in between them wearing a pointy birthday boy hat. Even though I was considered more of part of the staff, than family, I had to attend. I wore a fairly new dress that Narcissa had gotten me. I attended the birthday party because Narcissa insisted that Draco only had a few friends to attend, which she was right about. There was Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle. It wasn't that much of a party. There was one last photo that I glanced at. I couldn't help, but laugh. It was originally a picture of me and Harry of him kissing me on the cheek, sometime in fifth year on a trip to Hogsmeade when he had thought we were an "item". But the picture definitely had been "edited". I use that word loosely. Harry had been cut out of the picture completely, and a picture of Draco had been cut and pasted to replace him.

On the back of each photograph, was a diary entry. But as Draco referred to them, as "journal entries". I flipped the photograph of Draco so terribly photoshopped into the picture so that I could read the diary entry. It read, "One thing Potter has, that I want". "Scarlet". He said. I turned to face him, expecting him to be standing behind me. But he wasn't standing. He was kneeling. I gaped, and used my hands to cover my mouth. "Draco...". He held a velvet box that was opened, exposing a silver ring wedged in between the small velvet cushions of the box. "Scarlet. We have so many memories together. How would you care to make enough to last a lifetime?" I practically jumped into his arms, which were in no way, ready to catch me. We both fell to the ground. And as we layed on the ground with the many photos with diary entries attached, and the twinkling lights above us, we stared into each others eyes. "So is that a yes?" He asked. "Yes". I pecked him on the cheek. His smirk was so wide, that if it had been any wider, it would've stretched his face. He then stood, wiping the bits of grass off his clothes and gave me a hand, which I took.

When we were both standing, his arms wrapped around my waist, keeping us fairly close together. And in that moment, our surroundings disappeared and all we saw was each other. "We should pick a date". He said. "But before we do that, there's just one thing that I'd like you to do for me". I said. He searched my face, as if I had hidden the answer there somewhere. "Anything". He was still smirking. Hopefully it would stay glued that way after I told him what I wanted. I bit my lower lip. I wasn't sure how he'd react. "I want you to ask the Weasley's for their blessing". His smirk was gone in an instant.