The Dark Mark. It changed my life, physically and mentally. Voldemort marked me as a death eater and once a death eater. I was someone else, my dirty blonde hair was even dirtier before, my once chiseled features became ragged. The person I was staring back at me in the dusty glass wasn't me; it was someone whom I hated.
His icy blue eyes sparkled in the dimly lit room as they pierced through my skin and robes. We both look down at the vile containing the last ingredient, I snatched it up and ran. My legs carry me up to the portrait hole and shout "Bertie Botts" as I swiftly dive through the portrait hole. I ran across the common room trying to get away but when I look back I crash into a corner. His golden hair follows me to where I am. This was it, he had me corned. His hand cups my cheek lightly and his other arm holding him up, his hot breath running across my neck. Before I can figure out what I am doing my lips crash into his. He doesn't do anything at first in shock but begins to slowly realize what was happening. His tongue swept across my lips and into my mouth.
Her soft lips against mine as I fought with her tongue with mine for dominance. "YOU TWO" a familiar voice shouted across the room boomed. She pulled away and we both stood breathless, my head whipped around only to see Snape.