CHAPTER TWO
"Narcissa, do you see that?"
"Yes, he has the famous Malfoy eyes."
"No, look at his left forearm."
Her blue eyes quickly glanced down at the small infant she held in her arms.
"It's just a beauty mark dear." Narcissa soothed, continuing to rock the Malfoy heir.
Lucius squinted at the dark brown circle on his son's arm.
"But what if it isn't?" He pressed.
"There's no use in worrying now-"
"Unless the Dark Lord happens to see the mark! Narcissa, if that's what I think it is, the Dark Lord will not be pleased. His soul belongs to-"
"Shh, you'll wake Draco and I just got him to stop fussing."
Lucius stopped and watched his son sleep peacefully, cradled in his mother's arms.
"I don't know what to do Cissa," Lucius sighed.
"You're a wizard, Lucius. Glamour charms exist." His wife teased.
"But-"
"Lucius, if the mark is what you think it is, we will do all that we can do to protect him. For now we have no reason to think that that it is anything other than an oversized mole; there's nothing to worry about. If suspicions are raised, we will hide the mark. No one will be the wiser."
Lucius gave his wife a kiss on the forehead.
"You truly are my better half"
"I ease our minds, why don't you research the mark, so we can have a better idea as to what it is. Just for us."
"Anything for you, dear," Lucius replied with a soft grin, heading out of the nursery.
"Draco, do you remember the charm we taught you?" Narcissa pressed her son.
"Yes, mother, I remember the disillusionment charm." Draco sighed, fidgeting in his robes.
"And do you remember-"
"To hide the mole at all times, even while using the charm? Yes, I believed you mentioned it a few million times," The eleven-year-old huffed.
"Hush now, Draco, your mother just wants to protect you."
"Protect me from what?"
Narcissa sighed, reaching out for Lucius's hand.
"Oh my little dragon, there is so much to protect you from. We will tell you everything in due time."
The Malfoy mother gave her son a kiss on his forehead, which he promptly rubbed off, complaining of her lipstick being smeared on his skin.
"Now, you don't want to be late boarding the train," Lucius interrupted sternly.
"Goodbye, mother. Goodbye, father. I will write once a week!" Draco shouted barrelling his way toward the train.
"Are you sure this is the safest idea?" Narcissa whispered.
"Hogwarts is the safest place for him to be in a time like this." He nodded.
"And you are sure there are no more eligible pureblood-"
"None, the best we can hope for is a halfblood, but we can't worry about that now. Our focus is him, he has to remain alive for anything to truly happen."
Narcissa squeezed her husband's hand as the Hogwart's Express departed from the station; apparating back to the safety of their Manor, they tried to put their worry to rest.
"Drakeyyy," A shrill voice whined.
"Parkinson, for the last time I will not dance with you!"
"Why not?"
"Because I find you utterly revolting, especially when you throw yourself all over me. It's completely undignified, what would your mother say?"
"Fine, but you have no idea what you're missing! Come on, Marcus, let's dance!" Pansy huffed, grabbing an unsuspecting Marcus Flint's arm and dragging him to the other dancers.
"You really shoved poor Flint into the arms of a horny dragon," Blaise Zabini chuckled.
Draco merely shrugged at that, swirling the punch he had in his cup.
"She just thinks you're playing hard to get," Theodore Nott added.
"She just doesn't think; that's her problem." Draco snapped.
Both of his friends laughed in agreement.
"Look, mate, you're going to have to get with one of these witches sooner or later. Might as well go through 'em and take your pick now while you still have a chance," Theo suggested.
Draco knew that he was slightly stunted compared to his friends romantically speaking. His only real snogs came from Parkinson forcing herself on him. The truth of the matter was that none of the girls around him seemed worth his time. They were all dull, acting exactly the same as one another. Draco found no point in pretending to be entertained by their idle babble when he could be focusing on other more important matters. Like beating Hermione-bloody-Granger in potions for once.
"Merlins balls!" Blaise shouted, spewing his punch everywhere.
"Zabini."
"Mate, look up!" Blaise continued excitedly, pointing toward the dance floor.
Draco looked up, momentarily ignoring the punch that was spat all over him.
"No bleeding way," Draco muttered.
"Mudblood sure does clean up if she's whoring herself out to Potter or Weasel tonight?" Theo chuckled.
"Damn, what I would give to make her pureblood for the night," Blaise whistled.
"Who knew she was hiding all that under her frumpy robes."
"Gryffindor's Golden Girl is truly surprising; now we know why the Wonder Idiots hide her away."
While his friends continued to commentate on Granger's new-found attractiveness, Draco just stared. There was no denying, she was by far the best looking witch in the room. Her dark terracotta skin was brought out by her periwinkle blue dress. Her normally coarse and stringy hair was plaited on her head. She seemed so carefree, and in the moment. Something Draco had never witnessed with her before. Her usual uptight swotty manner seemed like a distant dream now that she was waving her arms around while dancing. That's when Draco saw it.
"Have either of you ever noticed that white spot on Granger's arm?" Draco asked suddenly.
Blaise squinted trying to see what his friend was referring to.
"No, but I see a beautiful pair of-"
"Never seen it until tonight," Theo replied, cutting Blaise off, "must be a muggle thing."
Draco just nodded, absently rubbing his left forearm.
"Must be."
"Oi fellas! Look at Parkinson humping on Flint! What a sight for sore eyes!'" Blaise howled.
Draco rolled his eyes as his friends laughed. He could not seem to take his eyes off of Granger for the rest of the night. Of course if one were to ask about it he would give the excuse that he was staring that atrocious muggle mark on her arm, and not at how her smile seemed to shine with her new perfect teeth.
"Raise your left sleeve young Malfoy, it is time."
Draco did as he was told, with shaky hands he slowly rolled his sleeve up, baring his left forearm to the Dark Lord.
Voldemort looked down at the sixteen-year-old's arm.
"Narcissa!" He bellowed.
"Yes, my lord," She answered,entering the room and refusing to look her son in the eyes.
"Care to explain the mark on your son's arm?" Voldemort questioned.
"It-it is just a birthmark, my lord, he was born with it."
"You know very well that is no ordinary birthmark."
"Lucius and I assumed, my lord, that it was, because a mark like that has not-"
"Been seen in centuries, yes, I am fully aware." Voldemort stated, glaring at the spot.
Draco was frozen in terror, he was confused at what was happening between the Dark Lord and his mother.
"His soul belongs to another, I cannot take it."
Narcissa breathed a small sigh of relief, and Draco felt his terror ease.
"However, to ensure your family's and his loyalty, he will have to murder Albus Dumbledore before the school year's end."
"But, my lord, he is just a child!" Narcissa gasped.
"Silence witch! It was not I who got caught at the Ministry, but your foolish husband. For the Malfoy family to regain my favor either Draco kills Dumbledore, or I kill you."
"I accept," Draco declared.
"Draco-" His mother whispered.
"Excellent, I'm glad we agree." Voldemort hissed. "Everyone out! I must talk to Draco in private to ensure he will not fail his mission."
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