Ok, I was at this massive Fair/Show that goes around Australia (EKKA for all you Australians) And I got the Harry Potter show bag (as every Harry Potter nerd does) and in it there was a book and some pencils & quill pen… so after staring at it for a few minutes I decided to write Harry Potter fanfcion in it. Here are the results. Most of these fics will be Drarry but there will be the odd other pairing / gen ones.

Disclaimer: When I do eventually write my own series I will write fanfiction for it… but I haven't written my own series yet; so I don't own Harry Potter.

Of course some of the fics I wrote I wouldn't post on my main account (you guys have no idea how freeing it is knowing that my real-world friends won't ever read the things you write, you write everything that comes into mind, not just the 'acceptable' stuff! So I'm posting them on here so the community still gets the fics even if my friends don't. '

Warnings: Slash, mpreg, dark-lords, all chapters will have their own set of warnings.

This fic idea came while I was drawing a temporary tattoo on myself. Hope you enjoy!~

Dark Marks

Draco gasped, as the Gryffindor above him kissed his way down Draco's neck. His back pressed against the silk sheets of the bed.

He and Harry had decided the Room of Requirement was the best room to use if they wanted to keep their relationship a secret, and as much as they both knew they weren't true, they hated the rumors around them, they didn't want to think what new things people would say if they found out the two of them were together. Draco had decorated the room, stating that if he had to sneak around to sleep with someone (even if he did love that someone) like some common whore he was going to do so in style.

Harry kissed his way back up Draco's neck, before kissing Draco hard on the lips his hands moving to push the cloak from the other's shoulders. Once the cloak was removed Draco shivered, he wasn't cold, nor was that much of his skin showing, he did have his gray Slytherin shirt on, and the room was at a constant perfect temperature. Even without having a reason he still felt both cold and reveled, all because a mark on his arm became visible.

Voldemort had been defeated (but, as it appeared no-one in the school at learnt anything during the year of Voldemort's rule, some ministry official, who would later go missing and never be heard from again, decided that everyone should just repeat the year, there was no rejoicing). So the mark had no effect other than that of a normal tattoo (well, a normal tattoo that could get you a one-way ticked to Azkaban for having it), but Draco couldn't help but feel shame because of it, especially when he was with Harry.

Harry seemed to sense Draco's worry, because after he finished snogging Draco's breath away from him, he moved to kiss down his arm, right down to the Dark Mark, before kissing that lightly too.

"Don't," Draco protested, it wasn't like the mark could do anything to Harry anymore, but that didn't stop Draco from feeling bad when Harry paid any amount of attention to it at all.

"Why?" Harry asked and Draco couldn't help but stare up at him dumbly. Harry smiled before moving to kiss Draco on the lips before continuing, "It's now as much a part of you as the scar was a part of me."

"Was," Draco replied, "Was a part of you, you're cleansed of it now. Anyway you didn't have a choice you were only a baby, while I… I was…"

"Scared," Harry supplied, moving to sit up knowing Draco would want to move anyway, "you were scared, you didn't know what you wanted to do and everyone around you were demanding you went through with it."

"I could have said 'no'…"

"And then what would have happened?" Harry asked, "Everyone you were friends with would have hated you, you're parents would of most likely kicked you out, and you would of lost all the comforts you come to expect," he hand brushed against the silk sheets as if to prove his point, "what would you have done?"

"I could have come to you," Draco replied sitting up to lean against Harry's shoulder.

Harry laughed before replying, "Do you really think before this," he gestured between the two of them, "we would have even considered asking each other for help."

Draco stayed silent before quietly replying with a, "no."

"Exactly," Harry replied, "You did what you thought was best for you, safest for you, until you were willing to risk that safety to help me."

"I wasn't that safe when I was on his side anyway," Draco replied before lying back down on the bed.

Harry smiled before leaning back over Draco again; "we'll leave that past in the past and concentrate on the present and future from now on." His lips started to kiss their way up and down Draco's neck again, "and at the moment that involves me shagging you."

Later that night Draco decided that maybe Harry was onto something when he said not to dwell on the past, the future did look so much brighter than it; especially if it continued the recent trend of secret meetings with the boy who lived.

Please review to tell me what you think / ideas you want me to try and write!

~SlashPrincess15