Draco's POV


Laying here, I watch you. Chest heaving slowly as you breathe in, out, in, out. The marks on your shoulders catch my attention, as I know they carry on straight down your back.

They'll be lighter in the morning, not as sore, and your robes will hide them nicely. None of my marks ever stay for any length of time. I wouldn't be stupid enough to make that mistake.

Careful of the arm haphazardly slung about me, I bring up my own hand to trace said mark; slightly darker than your skin; finger shaped, with little half-moon arches above. Reminds me of nighttime, moonlight shadowed by clouds, the lake softly shimmering with the rays that slip through the mist.

Sighing, I close my eyes and burrow a bit closer to you, wanting to settle in for the night, but with the the knowledge its impossibility.