Inescapable | Drarry + Bleville ✔︎

Chapter 5

Draco's POV:

He walked into Borgin and Burkes that Hogsmeade weekend, sighing heavily before he walked to the back, meeting the cold glare of his father.

"Draco, finally." Father lifts up his sleeve and reveals his dark mark. He points his wand right at it. A sudden fear washes over him. He wasn't prepared for this.

He hears a thump behind him and an eerily quiet voice say, "Draco... Glad to see you following your father's footsteps." He turns around and almost chokes. He knew he wouldn't look like daisies and sunshine, but bloody hell. "You fear me..." Voldemort smiles softly. "No need for that, Draco. Come here."

He gulps and hesitantly walks toward him. He slowly raises his left sleeve. Without warning, he points his wand to the arm and a stabbing pain is sent through his veins, making him grunt in pain. Slowly, almost as if black ink was running over his arm, the dark mark made its way into his skin.

"It is done." Voldemort smiles. It took everything inside him not to grimace at his chilling smile. It didn't help that he was also trying to hide the throbbing sting coming right from the mark. He honestly thought he'd have to go through more than just this, but he didn't. Should that worry him?

"Now, every death eater gets an assignment to prove their loyalty," Voldemort says gently, not failing to give him another chill. For once he wishes that someone, Voldemort exactly, would speak to him angrily like his father. "If you fail, great consequences will be in store." Of course, there was another part of the initiation...

"What is the assignment, my lord?" Father asks.

"The pest Dumbledore... kill him."

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He went back to Hogwarts feeling defeated. He thought everything would be okay once he had done what father wanted. It isn't okay. Nothing is okay. He may be a prat but he's not a damn killer. But he said he had to, or great consequences would be in store.

His frantic walking was stopped by a hard thump into another person... Harry Potter. "Dammit, Potter, do you know how to bloody walk right?!" He shouts.

"You walked into me you-- You're a pain in the arse, ya know?" Draco gives him a glare. "I try to make amends and you continue to be an insufferable spoiled little prat. Fuck you, Malfoy."

"I'm spoiled?! You don't know a damn thing about me!" Draco shouts.

"Then what were all those brags about daddy's money about?" Harry steps towards him. "What, do you have a sad pathetic life, wasting away in a dark dingy bedroom sleeping on a lumpy mattress?!" Closer. "Does your daddy not give you enough hugs? Oh sad, poor little Draco." He was right in his face. He wanted to punch him square in his nose, but he didn't. He actually felt quite nervous. "You're pathetic."

He wanted to push him away, get him out of his face but he was frozen. How did he get such emerald eyes? Is that even humanly possible? "Cat got your tongue, ferret?" Harry smirks. "Watch who you talk to like that." And with that, he stomps away.

He couldn't help but stand there, his heart pounding in his chest. He's not scared of Harry Potter, is he? No, Malfoy's never do that. The image of his bright green eyes and smirk pop into his head. He should be disgusted, but honestly, he's not. I kinda wish he kissed me. What the hell?!

Maybe he's just sleep-deprived... That's it. He's not actually attracted to him, he's just stressed out and tired. Nothing is wrong with him.

Everything is fine. He has never been and never will be attracted to Harry Potter, or any guy for that matter. He is a Malfoy! Malfoy's are not gay.

However, the thoughts wouldn't stop. It was making him crazy. Is he really this fucked up?