Again this is another one, the better parts are coming up. Thank you for all the reviews I really don't think I earned them but thank you all anyway.
Much love
xChocox
Title: Secret Sinful Kisses
Chapter: The Mark
Rating: Pg-13
Genre: Angst/Romance
The train ride was moving smoothly. Sadly enough, Ron was the only one who couldn't sleep. Crooksanks was asleep on Harry's chest and Hermione was sprawled along the seat with a book in her hand.
Ron eyed it. It was black with many pages. He had caught Hermione writing in it before she slept and wondered why. He shook his head in a shamful way; it was times like this he questioned if Hermione was truly smart. Even someone with a low IQ would know to hide something so valuable.
Hermione gave a low snort and cuddled close with the first object via Harry. Ron 's cheeks got slightly warm. Ron was surprised at how quickly jealous he had became. He really liked Hermione.
His gaze rested on Harry who was sleeping soundlessly. He couldn't tell what Harry thought now and days. He was always quite even around Ron like he was constantly thinking. It was confusing.
Ron turned his head towards the window and cursed at the bad weather he was having. He hoped that the weather wasn't like this when he and Harry had Qudditch practice.
Draco stood to leave the silent-warm compartment. Blasie was asleep. He casually made his way to the train bathroom, locked the door shut, and lazily peered at him self in the small mirror. His platnium blonde hair made his face look sick and that's excatly what he was feeling.
The cold water splashed on his face slipped down his chin dripping down to his chest. He took off his shirt and tossed it in a corner. His muscles were defined and slick. Draco stared down his body frame.
Dark cuts poisoned his once flawless skin. Though they were healing they still felt fresh from the day he got them. The memory of it was unbearable. After that night, he couldn't sleep for the fear of dreaming, he couldn't eat as the vivid images of the horrors he'd seen in Voldemort's lair pinched his every nerve.
There were times when he wanted it all to stop. When he saw Warrington fall to the floor, blood dripping from his sides, dried tears and fresh ones that falled crusted with his own blood, when he thought he was dead just like Hermis who proved to Voldemort that she wasn't strong.
He lost friends.
At night he could hear them. Hear them calling to help, begging in shrilled pains to stop-that they weren't worthy-no one was worthy for all this pain.
He rubbed his wrist where they were still raw from the ropes tied tightly. When it was over, he was less of a man than he really was.
He didn't smirk his usual trademark smile; instead it was more intense, more animal like. He was alive, yes. But he would never be the same. He grew tired of the taunting of the Golden Trio but chose to anyway to be spiteful. He survived the battle but who would win the war? He would have to suffer, to see if he was strong.
He was one of them now.
One of Volemorts servants, just like his father. He once said to himself he would serve no one, yet here he was; ready to fight for a man that greed power, a man that would walk on if he saw him hurt-loyal to the game or not.
He was no Lord of his.
A white towel hung on a line, Draco grabbed it, and put hot water on it slowly applying it on his cuts. He never intended on being a Death Eater it just happened. Like a deer caught in the cross lights, stuck, finished.
He lowered his eyes to the Dark Mark on his forearm. There, a dark red-ing sight, a simple skull. He bit his lip and began to wash it with hot water. It hurt badly but not as bad as when he got it. He rubbed and clawed at it, but it still remained. It will forever be. He would never tell anyone of his intonation and loyalty to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Besides, it would only make the rumors around Hogwarts true.
Last thing he needed were people who judged him. He already had Granger looking down at him he didn't need others.
Moments later when he entered the compartment, Blasie was still asleep. A quick glance out the window showed that they weren't far from Hogwarts.
"Hogwarts," he said below a whisper to himself, tapping the glass with his slender finger, as he watched the train draw nearer.
Harry was the first to awake. He stretched making his t-shirt raise a little to show his navel. Hermoine sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes.
She paused and then looked around for her book. Hermoine relaxed when she saw it lying beside her untouched. She shook Ron's sleeping form and smiled at him.
"Morning, Sunshine."
Harry looked over to Ron and Hermoine. "Everyone's getting off the train. I think we should collect our things," Harry said reaching for Hedwig 's cage looking downcast.
"Yeah," said Ron standing up to get his things suddenly breaking eye contact from Hermione.
They entered the Great Hall and choose three seats at the Gryffindor table. Fred and George were their merry selves and waved. Neville smiled and Dean and Seamus waved as well. Oliver and everyone on the Qudidtch team welcomed them with smiles and hugs.
Hermione smiled at Henry who wasn't looking too pleased. She was about to lean forward to ask him what was the matter but noticed a large silence swept over the Great Hall. Her eyes darted around the room.
Draco seated himself at his table and shook hands with Crabbe and Goyle. He nodded toward Pansy and smiled at Marcus. He was back and everyone knew it. Draco gave his Head Boy badge one more rub before looking up to hear Dumbledor speak. The sorting hat ceremony was about to begin.
Dumbledor entered the room, and with a wave of his hand the Great Hall became silent.
Tbc…
Happy Valentines Day.
Choco