The Boy Behind the Grey Eyes

Chapter 13- The Mark

Hi guys,

My reads have gone up quite a bit today so thats cool! Thank you! I have edited my previous chapters a little so if you want to go back and re-read feel free. No significant changes to the plot, so you don't have to. But there is more Draco and Elsie arguing scenes. Happy reading!

-Lil

Elsie's POV

"We need to go down to see your Father." I say completely devoid of any trace of emotion.

"No, we need to talk." Draco says back, he looks so stressed and I know I'm torturing him by not letting him in, maybe now he knows how I feel when he shuts me out.

"You already talked, Draco."

I haven't even processed the bombshell yet, but before I let my emotions get the better of me, I want to talk to Lucius and see what else can be thrown at me, because once the tears come, I don't think they'll stop.

"Do you love me." He begs for an answer, but I am already halfway down the corridor, it is cruel of me to reject his affection, especially when I know he hasn't said he loves anyone, not even his parents since he was just a boy. Of course, I love him, I love him with all my heart and would do anything for him, follow him to the ends of the earth if I had to. But I need to take time to think whether I should admit it.

Lucius greets me at the bottom of the stairs and takes me through to the dining hall, Draco follows closely behind. He places himself at the head of the table and Draco sit on his left, as much as I want to sit opposite him so I'm not close to him, my fear of Lucius is far greater than my feelings about Draco, so I sit next to him. He seems almost surprised I chose to sit here, and he places a reassuring hand on my leg. My skin burns at his touch I hate that my body reacts this way to him, my heart betraying my head is a difficult battle. My cheeks flush as he squeezes my thigh and I see him show a small smile, knowing my body still wants him, even though I try not to show it.

"So." Lucius begins.

"What do you know? How much has he told you."

"Everything." I spit back to him.

"And how do you feel about what he had to say."

"How did Pansy know; she asked this morning if I was finally going to be told."

"Pansy was asked to keep an eye of Draco's progress, of course she has no idea what his task about Dumbledore, she isn't one of us, a Death Eater but she knows how to be encouraging. Isn't that right son." Lucius smirks.

"Don't." Barks Draco. "Els knows about our past you fucking idiot don't try to create more problems than you already have."

"Very well, I'll move on. You have half of a dark mark on your arm. What do we do about that hmm?"

In this moment it hits me. The Dark Lord knows who I am, he wasn't just going to let me go. I have no choice, finish the mark or die.

"Finish it." I say calmly despite feeling like my chest was caving in.

"NO!" Draco slams his fist into the table and stands over his father's chair. "You won't lay a fucking finger on her. If you touch her, I'll kill you."

"Draco, she has chosen. But, if you don't want me to, why don't you take the pleasure." He says with a sick sort of pleasure.

"It's okay, just do it Draco." I whisper, completely and utterly defeated. "Finish what you started." I sneer pettily to hurt him; childish I know but I can't help it I'm hurt too.

Next thing I know I hit the floor, fire flows through my veins burning every inch of my skin. This is how I imagine the Cruciatus curse to feel. The pain lasts for what feels like forever and I feel my eyes sting with tears, nothing stops them as they flow down my face and I let out an ear-splitting shriek. My vision becomes dulled and eventually goes black.

I wake in bed, but not the one in the room I was given, no. This has to be Draco's room, a broomstick leans in the corner. I remember he told me he was a Seeker on the Slytherin Quidditch team for a few years, he always told me he would teach me to fly and even play, but that was a lifetime ago, everything is different now.

Draco enters the room with a glass of water, he walks over to where I'm lay and hands it to me.

"Can I sit with you?"

I nod and he gets into the bed next to me, extending his arm out for me to come into him for a cuddle. I'm too weak to fight him on it so I take refuge in his arms. We don't speak but he doesn't ease his grip on me, not in an aggressive way but in a way that he doesn't want to lose me. His lips brush against my forehead every now and then with a soft kiss. I shouldn't let him be the one to comfort the pain he has caused me, but I suppose I was going to be found by the Dar- Voldemort, why shouldn't I say his name. After what he has done to me. He would find me, and I would still be in this position.

After what must be an hour, Draco sits up next to me.

"Why did you do it." He asks.

"I had to; do you really think Voldemort would have let me go?" He shudders at the name but doesn't correct me.

"No, I suppose not." He agrees.

"I'm tired, I'm going to go to bed ok?" I stand up to walk out of the room, but I'm stopped by Draco's voice.

"You're not staying here?"

"I need time Draco; I'll just be down the hall."

"I love you." He says as I reach for the door handle.

"I love you too. But I don't know where we go from here." I don't even wait for a response; I leave to my bedroom here and flop on the bed. We were invited here for dinner but none of us ate that night. I peel off the clothes I've had on all day and pull out Draco's shirt from last night from the bag by the side of my bed. Was it only last night that we were cuddled up together and I thought we might finally be on the right track? Wow, things changed so fast. Regardless, I pull on the shirt and tuck myself into bed. Pathetic. He has just hurt me in the worst way possible, he betrayed my trust and has now imprisoned me in this world forever, his world. Who else would take a Death Eater in? My best friend in Hufflepuff? Certainly not. My girlfriends in Slytherin Ash, Kass and Getter might be understanding but no one would date me. I'm in it with him for life now, there's no doubt about it. There was a time I would have loved to spend a life with him, but not like this.

A thousand thoughts whirl around my mind, but I'm too tired to think. Too tired to cry even. I lay there uncomfortable as I sleep on my left side but it's far too painful to touch, let alone bare my weight. I don't realise I have fallen asleep until I'm woken up hours later by a blood-curdling scream of panic.

Draco.

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