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The Dark Mark (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

*Your POV*

   It's so funny how things happend and how your 6th year at Hogwarts had turned out. It was June, almost the end of the year. How strange it was that you had fallen in love... And who you had fallen in love with. He was beautiful, an Adonis, none other than the most popular boy in your house. The Slytherin prince, Draco Malfoy. 
  
   "(Y/N)? (Y/N)!" Pansy shouted. You had started daydreaming, you were horrified when you heard your name. You were in Professor Snape's potions class, and EVERYONE was staring at you. You felt your face grow hot. Your friends had all started giggling and Snape looked annoyed.
   "Sorry.." You bit your lip. Glancing out of the corner of your eye, you saw Draco look at you, and look back at his potions book, smiling. This only added fuel to your now burning face. 
  "Ms.(L/N), I expect you to pay attention in my class." Snape sneered. You looked down, embarrassed. "20 points from Slytherin."  You heard jeers and snide comments from your Slytherin peers and gritted your teeth.

--TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE MARAUDERS--

  "Bloody hell, Pansy. You could have just tapped my shoulder.." You grumbled.

  She offered an insincere sorry as she shoveled stuffing into her mouth as if it were her last meal. Draco was in the common room. He rarely ate anymore, he rarely spoke to anyone but you. Actually, he didn't do much of anything besides school work and read strange books he had found in the room of requirement. On his latest excursion, he had found a book on the history of Slytherin House. You got up from the table, having barely touched your food.

*Draco's POV*

(Y/N) had looked so cute today, her (h/l) hair was let loose, pulled to one side. The (h/c) locks had been left to hang naturally. Her robes fit loosely around her, while her shirt clung to her form, tucked messily into her skirt. One sock was above her knee, the other below. One of her tennis shoes (a dumb muggle fashion she had taken interest in) was tied, the other left undone, which is probably why she tripped on her way into the common room.
   "FUCK!" She was sprawled out on the floor her bag having had spilled its contents. I jumped over the leather couch to help her. I couldn't help but laugh.
  "Yeah, real funny." She sneered, getting to her knees to collect her things. I helped her.

*Your POV*

   YouI had completely embarrassed yourself in front of Draco, but what else is new? He had laughed, and you had wanted to do nothing more than smile.
  "Thanks.." You mumbled, getting up and brushing yourself off. Suddenly, the pale blond boy pulled you into a light hug, his hands gently resting on your waist. You blush. "Hi.." You muttered. He smirked.
  "You're adorable when you blush.." He whispered into your ear. You shuttered. Draco chuckled.
  "I remember how we met.. You were so strange. Ethereal. You're an angel, and I don't deserve you.." He murmured, planting a sweet kiss on your jaw. Again, shivers shot down your spine.

--FLASHBACK--

*YOUR POV*

You sighed, pushing the door to an empty compartment in the train. It was Christmas break in year 5 and you were on your way back to Hogwarts. You were halfway there when a blond boy had pushed the door open to your compartment. You knew him to be Draco Malfoy, same house, same year. You had always found him to be good looking, but somewhat of a prat. You stared out of the window, but sometimes, just sometimes, you'd glance out of the corner of your eye only to find him staring at you. This made you blush. You saw him smile, and your heart melted. You turned, your hand sticking out, giving your best smile.
   "I'm (Y/N), Slytherin." You chided. He shook your hand.
  "I know who you are. Pardon me if I'm being to forward, but I've been watching you for a while. You're.. Strange. I like that. I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." He shot you a charming grin. 

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     Suddenly, Draco paled and mumbled apologies because he had to leave. You felt a knot in the pit of your stomach, and decided right then that you would follow him.

--TIMESKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY FRED AND GEORGE'S FRECKLES--

   You had cast a charm to make yourself invisible so you could follow Draco and your heart was in your throat. You saw him pacing in front of the room of requirement. A door appeared and he walked in, you followed him until you reached a large, mahogany cabinet. Suddenly, three people walked out. You were petrified when you recognised two of them as Bellatrix Lestrange and Fenrir Greyback, you wanted to scream. Suddenly, Bellatrix, with her unmistakable afro of bushy brown hair looked directly at you. You froze. She glanced at Draco.
"Draco, did you see anyone follow you in here?" She drawled.
Oh shit. You thought. You were screwed now. She mumbled the aparecium charm, a counter to your poorly cast invisibility charm, revealing you. Draco's eyes widened. You paled, an indescribable fear burning in your chest like a raging fire.

"Crucio!" Bellatrix cackled. You felt a sudden wave of crippling pain wash over you. It felt as if your insides were boiling, your head pounding at the sudden pressure behind your eyes, and the violent stinging pain prickling mercilessly all over your body was rendering you near insane. You felt your head crack against the floor as you writhed in pain. Draco watched in horror. He fell to his knees to cradle your head. Blood curdling screams filled the room of requirement, and it took a while for you to realise that it was you.

"Aunt Bellatrix, please!" Draco cried. The shrillness of your screams made Draco's breathing shallow with fear. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and Draco felt something bitter tasting fill his mouth. The blond bit his lip so hard it began to bleed, internally freaking out at how you were seizing and shrieking at the pain that flooded your body. She sighed, obviously getting bored. The pain stopped and you heaved, turning over to throw up. Draco held your (h/c) hair out of your face.

  "Now who's this?" Greyback asked, yanking your head up by your hair. You winced and attempted to swat his hand away.

"I'm a(n) (L/N). (F/N) (L/N)."  You hissed, making sure to put emphasis on your name.  Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you stood up clumsily and glared at him with all the defiance and hatred you could muster.

"Oh? So you're the one Cissi tells me Draco never shuts up about?" Bellatrix laughed coolly. Draco glared at her.

*Draco's POV*

Aunt Bella just tortured my girlfriend. I was horrified.

  "Aunt Bella, please, let's focus on the task at hand." She ignored me and sauntered over to (Y/N). I pulled her closer to me.

"Now (Y/N), if Draco is going to marry you like he says he wants to, you're going to need this.." (Y/N) froze and looked up at me. Aunt Bellatrix  almost ripped the poor girls arm out of its socket as she yanked it towards her. She muttered what I knew to be the dark mark charm. I panicked. (Y/N) was going to leave me because of my insane, azkaban escapee aunt. I was mortified. (Y/N) squirmed uncomfortably as the burning worked its way up her arm, etching the dark mark into her skin. 

*Your POV*

What?! Draco wants to marry me? You felt a warmth in your chest. You knew you had to accept whatever it was that Bellatrix wanted to do to you for Draco. You were horrified to watch a dark mark burn its way onto your right forearm. You closed your eyes.

"Ah, Draco, I think you have your answer." Bellatrix smirked, dancing around the sick all over the floor. You glanced up at Draco, he looked back at you apologetically.

"So is it true?"

"Er.. Yes.." He blushed. You grinned.

"Then yes. I do, or whatever it is you say." You laughed. He smiled and kissed your forehead.

That was the night you became a Deatheater for Draco Malfoy. You had no idea what you were getting into.