Dying Inside

A/N: Okay, peoples! Looks like its gonna be Draco and Hermione! Sorry, if that's not what you wanted, BUT if I have time I will do parodies of my original story with different people. Prolly only DM/GW and DM/HP. Kk? Sorry for waiting forever to update, but I had finals in school, man they suck ass, and I've been having a lot going on lately! And by the way, if you don't remember, the flashback is over (it ended in the last chapter!)!

Edit: Disregard this A/N. It's old.

.-.-.-.Chapter 3.-.-.-.

Draco felt hot tears fall down his cheeks, the horrible, vivid memory etched into his mind. He watched as his tears fell into the lake, creating small ripples. The 16 year-old then looked to his arm where the tattoo was still burning badly. Draco watched it, when suddenly a searing pain jolted down his arm. He grasped it tightly, feeling it getting hot. When he took away his hand, he saw the rest of the Dark Mark beginning to form.

"Voldemort must be finishing it from wherever he is..." he whispered aloud, his voice shaking. Voldemort was strong enough again that once he started marking a person, he could finish it without being present, using extreme concentration. That was why he stared at Draco so intensely when he began to mark him.

In no time, the jet black tattoo was complete. The full Dark Mark. Draco Malfoy was a Death Eater.

He stared at it for a few minutes, tears streaming down his face once again. He knew that if his father or Voldemort ever got a hold of him again they would make him go through the rest of the initiation, which included going through 2 unbearable hours of the Cruciatus Curse and killing innocent people just for the sake of admission, not to mention he would be in deep trouble for escaping.

Draco was afraid. Afraid like he was many other times in the Malfoy household. His father beat him regularly when he disagreed with him or didn't listen. This was why he was so cold towards people. It's how he was brought up. His mom loved him, but Lucius was abusive to her, too. Many nights his parents would fight, if Draco tried to stop them he was very severely punished...so many times he would just lock himself in his room and cry, but he never cried in front of anyone, in fear of his father.

Malfoy buried his face in his hands and pondered the same question over and over...'Should I just finish this now and get it all over with?...My life is pure Hell...what do I have to lose? I have no family left that actually gives a fuck about me, no one here does--the only so-called friends I have only want me for my money, and to top it all off, I'm being forced to serve the Dark Lord..' he thought, putting a hand in his pocket which held a small silver dagger. The blade was curvy, very thin and shined like it had never been used. The handle was shaped into an ornate Egyptian ankh with a miniature dragon in the center. It's eyes were inlayed with shimmering emeralds and the rest was pure, unmarked silver.

He pulled out the knife and came to a conclusion. 'Nothing. I have nothing to lose. Everyone will be happier without me anyway. Especially Potter and his friends...oh, they'll have a banquet when they hear about this.' A small smile played at his lips. "See you soon mum.." he whispered.

And with this final decision, he took the dagger, placed it against his wrist, and slashed across it semi-deeply. The moonlight glinted off the dagger eerily as Draco watched the crimson red blood form a pool on his wrist, then fall to the ground, some dripping into the lake turning it a deep purple-red as tears fell down his cheeks. He did this a few more times, before speaking again, not realizing he was thinking aloud. "Okay, enough playing around.." Draco bit his lip, finally dragging the blade vertically up his arm along the main vein, tears still unceasing.

At that moment, Hermione Granger sat in bed staring at the ceiling, not able to get one wink of sleep. She sighed deeply, almost never having such a bad case of insomnia. Hermione looked to the wall of the dormitory at the quietly ticking clock which read 3:17AM.

The brunette had begun to have more disrespect for the rules after being best friends with Harry and Ron, who broke at least 3 rules a day, usually sneaking out after curfew, wandering the corridors, and sneaking sweets from the house elves in the school's hidden kitchen.

Hermione kicked off the thin sheet and stood up. She was clad in a baby blue spaghetti-strap top, which revealed her midriff, and matching blue shorts. She stretched a bit, making sure not to trip over her shoes at the side of her bed. Hermione walked over to the window gazing out at the night sky, then looking to the lake where she saw, by moonlight, a boy. She was sure it was a boy because of the short haircut and his form. She only saw their back and couldn't tell what they were doing, but thought she should check it out. 'Who would be out at this hour of the night and why? It's way past curfew, even Harry and Ron don't go out this late...I'm going out...they must be up to something.' Hermione told herself in her mind before changing into a pair of faded blue jeans, pulling a petite black jacket on over her camisole pajamas and heading unnoticeably through the empty common room, dark corridors, and out onto the moonlit grounds of Hogwarts.

.-.-.-.TBC.-.-.-.

Dances Yippeeee!!! I actually, finally got another chapter finished!!! Aren't you so proud of me? Haha ' Hm...now I have to think of some new ideas for later chapters! Oh, and do you think I should raise the rating? Well, all I can say is....review! Thanks for reading!...one more thing- if you didn't already, you must see the movie Spirited Away! It's very good and now I see why it got best animated movie of the year! Haku is MINE!..hehe...