Cheers, Potter.

Tonight

Draco's POV

"Blyad'! That hurt, Draco!" Pansy sneered at me from the floor in front of me, "I would like some hair left by the time you're done!"

"You know Connie never whines this much," I said, rolling my eyes and earning myself an elbow to the shins for it, "I can't believe you're letting me anywhere near your hair,"

"Yeah, remember in fourth year when I accidentally got my ring caught in your fringe and you transfigured my whole hand into spaghetti?" Blaise shuddered.

I could sense the smile on Pansy's face as she reminisced of her misdeeds, "this is different because it's to serve my own interest, kotik," she blew him a kiss that seemed more teasing than genuine. He smiled back genuinely anyway.

"So, pray tell, what is the interest that this serves?" I asked – she'd never curled, plaited or even changed her hair before; it'd always been her trademark dead-straight bob, so I was curious.

Her shoulders tensed and her gaze dropped almost unnoticeably to the floor for a microsecond, she didn't want to answer the question because she was ashamed of the answer. I knew that feeling all too well so I didn't push. I put the curler down and leaned down to hug her to which she protested, I knew she would, but I also knew she needed it. I drew the line when she bit my forearm though and let go immediately.

"Okay, uncalled for but I understand," I said rubbing the sore spot and checking to see if she'd left a mark.

"What is that?" Blaise remarked and my stomach dropped. I'd forgotten myself and my Dark Mark was on display, but that wasn't what he was surprised by. Pansy turned sharply to see what he was referring to.

"I er," I falsely started, and coughed before trying again, "I asked Dean to draw a couple of things over it to see if there was anything that would make it... I'm thinking about getting it tattooed over."

"Really?" Pansy asked, "Is that possible?" She held her hand out for my arm so she could inspect the design closer.

"I'm not sure, but I think it's worth a try." I said earnestly, "I found a muggle tattoo artist a few months ago, I have an appointment in a couple of weeks,"

"That's so cool," Blaise laughed, "I'm going to have a delinquent for a best friend," he said in jest and I protested weakly.

When I looked down Pansy was still staring at the drawing the Gryffindor had done in what he'd called a 'biro pen'.

"They're daffodils, they're supposed to signify a new start," I huffed a laugh, "It seemed appropriate."

"It's beautiful, Draco."

Naturally, once Blaise found out my plans, so did the others and I was the talk of the school by the end of the day. Whether it was the tattoo itself, the reminder of my dark mark or the fact that I intended to go to a muggle to have it done that caused the commotion I didn't know, but whatever the case, I didn't like it at all. I know it wouldn't have been Blaise's intention to make me so uncomfortable, but that was what it did.

One thing did come out of it that wasn't terrible though: Luna asked to come with me because she'd been wanting a tattoo for a while, and she wanted to go back into the muggle world to explore a bit, so we'd decided to make a day of it.

"I'll owl you with more definite plans closer to the time," I told her and she beamed at me.

"Okay." She then turned to Pansy and I was frightened by the prospective interaction – it would either go horribly wrong or it'd be completely fine and I would be giving myself a stomach ulcer over nothing...