A Kiss for the Death Eater
Evian Russo
Disclaimer: I own whatever I own and someone else owns whatever I do not.
Note: It might be only 58 words, but that is 58 more words than I have written for the Fandom in a long time. It's a start, I suppose. I'm also interested on building a story around this, so let me know what you think.
Branded into the flesh of his forearm was an ugly mark. A black mark. The Dark Mark.
Trembling fingers skittered, dancing across it hesitantly as if touch alone would invoke the evil it symbolized.
"Did it hurt?" The boy whispered, sounding his 17 years for once.
"Very much so," He replied and pulled him into a kiss.