Dark Marks; Draco Malfoy (18+)

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Warning: Smut in this chapter! As usual, there is a * at the beginning and the end of the scene if you want to skip it.

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Violet's perspective

My eyes slowly peeled open to a dark green room. Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was 8 am. I probably only slept for about 4 hours. Being a Sunday, my dormmates were still fast asleep. I sighed and abandoned the idea of falling back asleep. I rubbed my eyes and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Avoiding the mirror, I pulled my hair into a ponytail and walked to my dresser. I pulled out a pair of black leggings and an oversized hoodie. As I pulled the sweatshirt over my head, the smell of peppermint and cologne filled my nose and I realized this was Draco's hoodie. The dark green fabric had the Slytherin Quidditch logo on the front with his name and number printed on the back. I decided against changing out of it as I relished in the smell of him.

I slowly made my way to the Great Hall in the desperate search for caffeine. I slumped down at the Slytherin table and filled a mug to the brim with coffee. I sipped on it slowly while I watched some of the early rising students walk into the Hall. The chatter of the other students didn't quell my headache from last night. At this point, I wasn't sure if the headache was from the copious amounts of alcohol I had consumed or from the relentless questions about Draco that assaulted my mind. Wondering if I would see Draco for breakfast, I wondered whether or not I should confront him or let him come to me.

My thoughts were interrupted when I saw a familiar pale face and white-blonde hair stride past me to the other end of the table. Draco sat down gracelessly at the other end of the table, not even looking up at me. He looked awful. Dark circles were prominent against his porcelain skin, the contrast making them that much more obvious. His usually perfect hair was mussed and messy like he just rolled out of bed. My fists clenched unwillingly when I looked at him. I had been putting up with his avoidance all week but today it truly angered me. He dared to kiss me and tell me that I'm his but still insisted on ignoring me?

My mind was made up, I'd had enough of his bullshit. He would either talk to me or I was going to force him to. I knew he needed me as much as I needed him and I'd be damned if I didn't make him see it.

I patiently waited for him to eat his breakfast as I drank a second cup of coffee. The caffeine mixed with my empty stomach made me jittery but I wasn't hungry. I didn't bother to hide the fact that I was staring at him as he ate, but he either didn't notice or chose to ignore it. I assumed the former. Bugger. After guzzling a third cup of coffee, I watched as Draco finally stood from the table. He walked past me without a glance and out of the Great Hall. I jumped out of my seat and stalked out of the Hall after him, fueled by rage and caffeine.

I followed him down a quiet corridor and decided this was my opportunity. I grabbed him by the arm and yanked him into an empty classroom, locking the door behind me.

"What the fuck?" He stared at me in disbelief.

"You're gonna tell me what the fuck is going on with you or so help me, Merlin," I demanded as I stomped towards him.

"What do you mean?" He asked calmly, his handsome features were devoid of emotion.

"YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I MEAN!" I shouted so loudly I made my own head hurt.

He simply stared at me and said nothing, which set me off even more.

"Speak to me, god damnit!" I threw my hands up in the air.

"Speak to you?" He sounded like he was in a state of disbelief.

"Yes, you git. Fucking speak to me."