The mark imprinted on my back burned. My eyes snapped open from the stinging pain. I sat up in my twin bed and looked around my empty room. 'Ever since the graveyard.' I thought, touching the bottom of the Dark Mark.
*Flashback*
"Emily! Run!" Harry, held to an angel of death headstone, screamed at me. I looked at Cedric, who was staring at the sky, lifeless. I watched Voldemort address his Death Eaters. I turned to run. A burning sensation, like fire, radiated from my back in a sudden burst. I froze. I fell to my hands and knees. "Very quick Lucius. Very smart." I heard Voldemort say. I felt a hand grab the back of my neck and force me up. Voldemort made me face the Death Eaters. "Putting the mark on her. Making her unwillingly bound to me." Voldemort said. He slid his fingers down my back. Lucius had a look of disbelief on his face as tears fell down mine.
*End*
I got up and looked out the window. 'Draco.' I thought.
*Flashback*
"Draco!" I called, seeing the escaping Death Eaters. They stopped as he did and looked back at me. Spiders, the size of dogs, were at my feet. "Please don't go." I said. "Go back." Draco said, his voice showing his desperation. I shook my head. "No…Please." I said, tears slightly falling. Draco walked up to me. He grabbed my arms. "Kill her Draco. Save the Dark Lord the trouble." his aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange said. I looked at him. He looked into my eyes. He pulled me into him and kissed me passionately. He cupped my face and made the kiss deeper. He pulled away only leaving a small space between us. "I love you. Always." he said, almost in a whisper. One of his hands dropped. "I'm sorry." he said. "Stupefy." I felt a sudden burst to my stomach and fell unconscious.
*End*
'I have to see him.' I thought. I bent down next to my bed and pulled out an outfit from under it. I quickly put it on, a black sweater with a V-neck and black jeans. I put on my knee high boots, covering most of them with my pant legs. I grabbed a black onyx necklace Draco had gotten me for our one-year anniversary. I opened my bedroom door slowly, hoping it wouldn't make a sound. Thankfully it didn't. I tiptoed down the hall and then down the stairs. 'I'm sorry Harry.' I thought as I opened the front door. I slipped out and closed the door. I ran down the street, my room in hand. I jumped on the broom and flew through the sky. All I could think about was Draco. I landed once I saw Malfoy Manor. I landed right outside the gate. I put my hand on the gate. 'So close.' I thought. I grabbed a hold of the gate and started climbing. As soon as I got to the top and I jumped down. I ran to the mansion. I looked up the wall to Draco's window as I tied my long, black hair back. I stood on my broom and skillfully kept my balance as it lifted me up by keeping one hand on the wall. I stopped as I reached the bottom of his window. I slowly lifted it before climbing inside. Draco was asleep in his bed. 'His room is exactly how I remember it.' I thought. His walls were painted black. Around the room were books along with things from school. On the wall, above his king-sized bed, were pictures of him and I. I walked over to him and sat next to him. "Draco." I whispered. He stirred. I put a hand on his cheek. His hand snapped up to mine, grasping my wrist, and his eyes opened. He looked at me. "Emily?" he said. He sat up and kissed me. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I had to see you." I said. "You shouldn't be here. Do you know what might happen to you if they found you?" he said. "They could kill you." "Draco I'd rather be dead than not to be with you." I said. He kissed me again, this time deeper, more passionate, and more urgent. "I can't lose you." he said, breathless. He cupped my face with both of his hands and pulled me close. He wrapped his arms around me. "I love you." he said. "I love you too." I said, smiling. "You're my everything." he said. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe." In a burst of light, Draco's door busted open. Bellatrix, his mother, Narcissa, and his father walked in. Draco put me next to him and put his arm and shoulder in front of me. Bellatrix's eyes got wide. "Draco…what do you think you're doing?" his mother asked, a look of concern and fear on her face. "Why is that half-blood in this house? And a Potter?" Bellatrix asked. I wrapped my arms around him from behind. His hand grasped both of mine. "Answer me!" she screamed. "Calm down Bella." Lucius said. "I love her." Draco said, tightening his grip on my hands. "Love her? She's a filthy half-blood! A Potter! An enemy of the Dark Lord!" Bellatrix said. "And she bears the mark." Draco said. "Unwillingly." she said. She took small, slow steps toward us. "Draco. You belong with a Pureblood. Some who's worthy." she said. "An allie." She lunged forward, grabbing me and tearing me away from him. She held her wand to my neck while holding my arm behind my back. "She's nothing Draco." she hissed. "No!" Draco yelled. "Don't hurt her." "Don't hurt her? She's worthless." Bellatrix said. "Why not let the Dark Lord decide?" Lucius suggested. Bellatrix smiled. "That's a wonderful idea." she said. She pushed me back to Draco and then dragged us both to a room with a long table. "Dark Lord." Bellatrix said. Draco wrapped his arms around me. "You have poor security." I hissed in Parseltongue. "Poor against you it seems my dear." Voldemort hissed back. Everyone was speechless. "What brings you here?" he said. "My boyfriend. The love of my life." I snapped. "And what makes you think you'll be able to say?" he asked. "You won't kill me. I know this because I know the way you think. You believe this because I know the way you think. I believe that keeping me will lead Harry straight to you." I said. "That plus you know I'd never leave Draco here. And you see plenty of potential in me." "Will you swear your allegiance to me?" he asked. "Not completely. I will not kill and I will not help you find my brother." I said. He stared at me and I just looked back. He smiled. "Bellatrix." he said, now speaking in English. Bellatrix smiled. "Make her feel welcome." Her smile disappeared. "Welcome? But my Lord…She's a filthy half-breed." she said. "She's a Slytherin. Sly, cunning, manipulative, and smart." he said. He got up and walked toward Draco and me. The mark on my back burned. "A perfect Dark Princess."