I can hear him behind me. He's been following me for some time. I've been a prat about it and have been leading him around in circles inside the castle. I stop and turn to stare at him. He attempts to look like he's just behind me by chance. I scowl, but inside I'm laughing. Laughing at him and he's stupidity, laughing at how trusting he is that I won't attack him. Laugh that he actually thinks that I'm ultimately good. He blushes slightly.
"What do you want, Potter?" I frown. He's...blushing?
"To save you." He replies. Hum. Interesting. Why would he want to save me. And from what?
"From what, pray tell, do you wish to save me from?" I can't help the smirk that slips unnoticed to my lips.
"Yourself." I almost laugh at this. He's saving me from myself. Does he know that he's already lost to battle?
"Really. And why would you do this?"
"I don't want you to get the Dark Mark. I want you on our side." At this I can't hold back my laughter. It fills me with happiness to laugh in his face.
"You...You don't....don't want me to get...the Dark Mark? And you...you want me on...on...on...YOUR side!?" I can't help it. I'm kneeling on the floor now, laughing. He's funny. So funny. Does he know that he is fighting a lost cause? Doesn't he know I already have the Dark Mark?
"Yes, Please, Draco?" He steps closer and I put out my arm to stop him. The sleeve rides up and he gasps. So he's seen it? Good. I slowly stop laughing.
"To late Potter. I've damned myself. I'd be glad to damn you, if you want." I smile slowly as he steps forward and leans in, looking at the Mark. I'm surprised as he touches his lips to it. I shiver and he pulls back, staring down at it.
"Too bad, Malfoy." Back to surnames are we? "We could have been great together."
"...." I'm silent as he turns and walks away. Strangely, I don't feel much like laughing any more. In fact I feel more like crying now.

~Owari~

Notes: Yes, Short. ^_^;;