"Wake up Malfoy..." The soft voice in Draco's ear was accompanied by a feather

light touch that drifted over his hair. Leaning into the caress, Draco curled himself into a

ball...or something resembling a ball, as his hands were in chains attached to the stone

wall behind him. Suddenly, the hand withdrew only to come back in the form of a slap,

bitter and stinging against his left cheek.

"I believe I said wake up, so wake the fuck up I haven't got all day." Opening his

eyes, Draco found himself looking at the Potter towering over him with his hand raised.

"That all you got, Potter? My grandmother could hit harder then that, and she's

dead. Must be hanging out with the mudblood and the Weasel, making you weak huh?"

"Shut up Malfoy I don't remember giving you permission to speak." Crouching

down next to the now silent Draco, Potter continued, "Now that's better, has anyone ever

told you you're beautiful Malfoy?" he asked, drawing one long finger down the side of

Draco's cheek. When he received no response, the finger continued downward, pushing

harder and leaving a red trail in its wake before his entire hand clamped down onto

Draco's pale white shoulder. "Well Malfoy? Hasn't anyone ever told you to answer

when spoken to? Hmm...insolent little fuck aren't you?" Again no reply, so the hand

continued to dig fingers into Draco's skin, creating beautiful little purple marks, almost

like paint really. The release was sudden; more of a throw then a release really, as

Draco's head hit the wall and blood trickled down from a newfound exit on his temple.

Closing his eyes in annoyance, Draco felt his arm being grasped and drawn away from

his body in a one sharp movement and then there was a gentle feeling that rolled over it,

fingertips gliding softly over the crude black mark the stained his wrist. "This is pretty

isn't it? You know Malfoy, I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

"And why would that be Potter?" Draco finally spoke, spitting out the words and

eyeing his wrist as Potter's fingers continued to glide over the Dark Mark.

"Because, you my precious, are going to show me where to get this." Draco

gasped as Potter punctuated 'this' with a kiss on the mark.