So, this is my first attempt at a Drarry FF….and to be honest, I'm nervous! I needed a swift kick to even write down the outline for this, so thank you StarkidJordan, not only for an amazing story, but for that uplifting e-mail! So onto the sexy stuff!
Summary: (All from Draco's point of view, I find his brain much easier to crack into than complicated Harry!) Six years, six lonely years. Mother and father are too caught up saving themselves to notice the differences in me. It's amazing how only if there is a possibility I'm dead do they honestly "care." If they knew, what I knew, about me, I'd be a disowned disgrace to the Malfoy blood line. They must never know about that boy with his shining eyes…
"Father, is this really necessary? I'll be ridiculed at school. I'll lose my friends," I protested as we walked toward the drawing room of our manor. I wasn't ready for this. I could never be ready for this. I really hate peer pressure. Father said nothing as he led the way upstairs other than, "Hush Draco," to which I rolled my eyes. This was not going to be an enjoyable last night of summer vacation. At least I'd be getting out of this mad house for some months while I headed back to Hogwarts for my sixth year of lessons. We finally reached the drawing room door, decorated like everything else with the Malfoy Coat of Arms, when I hissing voice said, "Enter." I will never forget his voice, smell, or looks; I certainly wouldn't want him coming after me. Wait, he already was.
"Lucius, leave us. This is for Draco's ears only. No no, I won't harm the boy, unless he refuses to comply. Then, he leaves me choice. Now go," the Dark Lord whispered as my father protested. It took prompting from that disgusting snake to get father to leave. I doubt he would feel any pain about my death if that were to come now, the pain would come from mother, who, bless her heart, feels the need for me to breathe but that's all it seems.
"Now Draco," the terrifying man in front of me began, "I have a job for you. You already know of this job, and I am expecting you to not fail. Failure, means your death dear boy. Do not try to speak while I am speaking." He continued, "If you are truly loyal, you will bear my mark without remorse. Do not worry about what others will think of you, you are a pureblood Slytherin, you will be fine. It is almost expected of you. They will be envious of your favor with me, for none of them can be marked unless they are of age. Now, step forward." Unsure of where my sudden bravery was coming from, I stepped into the firelight; the Dark Lord had his wand in hand and grabbed my left arm with his left hand.
"Let's see how much you scream young Malfoy. Your father and mother couldn't handle the pain, they nearly passed out." I closed my eyes; I couldn't watch my perfect skin be blemished with that hideous mark. "What will he think? This just might ruin everything. I'll never be able to see those eyes looking back at me the same way again. Not that it was ever happiness when he looks at me," My thoughts were interrupted by a searing fire on my arm, tracing his mark onto my pale skin; it glowed a brilliant green before settling into its deep black color. I'm not sure if I screamed or not, but by his laughter, I'm pretty sure I did. "Well done Draco. No more than a suppressed groan. You please me. Now leave." I left and headed for my room, fighting back tears all the way. Malfoys didn't cry. I couldn't disgrace father by crying. It is my last night here anyway. Then I wouldn't be back until next summer. With these thoughts, I drifted off into sleep.
"Harry, let's get out of here, the ferret is on his way over," Weasley said rather loudly to Potter. Granger was nowhere to be seen on this crisp spring morning. Potter and Weasley were sitting by the lake under a tree. It looked like Potter was writing a letter and Weasley was merely surveying the women wandering around the area. "Ron, knock it off, he is just another person," I heard Potter say. I came up behind him and rested my hand on his shoulder, and much to my surprise he leaned over and kissed it before nuzzling it. Never once did he look up from his writing.
I awoke to my mother rapping on my door. Stretching, I sat up, and thought about the dream I just had. "Heh," I said to myself, "That's not how that actually happened, but I like that reaction better than being tossed into the lake." A quiet voice belonging to mother crept through the door, "Darling, who are you talking to at this hour?" Sighing, I responded, "No one mother. Just me. I will be down to breakfast shortly. Are you and father taking me to the station?" It took mother a moment to reply, "Your father is away on business, and I have to arrange things for the meeting tonight. I'm sorry son you will be escorted by Professor Snape." I waited until her footsteps died away before letting out a groan. Perfect, just perfect.
The ride to King's Cross was less than enjoyable, as anyone can imagine. Snape kept trying to pry into my mind to find out what went on with me and the Dark Lord. Father had said not to tell him anything that is even close to the truth, but with me being on the spot, all I said as I got out of his car was, "He marked me." I turned on my heel and left after that statement, I knew he wasn't pleased. I just wanted to see him once before boarding the train, once before having to fall into my sneering expectations. To my dismay, he was nowhere to be seen, so I boarded the train and sat with my usual Slytherins, but I refused to talk much. I knew he was here; I just had to find him.
Luckily, it didn't take long. The red-haired Weasleys gave him away. After they cleared, there he was. I felt my heart flutter in my chest as my feet carried me away from my cronies and into the aisle. Then, there he was, alone in front of me. Before I could stop myself I sort of yelled, "Potter," causing him turn around. There were those eyes, those beautiful, captivating eyes. "Shove off Malfoy," was all I got before he went into his compartment and closed the door. I had to see if he was alone. Walking by his compartment, I glance in and find him with Granger, Longbottom, and two of the Weasley's. The girl was running her fingers through his hair, but he gently placed her hand on her thigh and shook his head. The girl has potential, but I have found my soul mate, now, if only he knew that.
Well, nothing smutty yet, just a distressed Draco and an angsty Harry. I wonder what could be causing him so much angst! R&R please, I need to know how I am doing.