Disclaimer: I'm not, have not been, and will never be J.K. Rowling. Therefore only the plot belongs to me, not the characters or places.
Chapter 3: The First Test
The train rolled into Hogsmeade it was a clear night for once not too much trouble with rain and they boarded the carriages pulled by threstals, horse like creatures with scaly wings and white blank eyes, and set off toward the castle. Draco tried to get into the same carriage as Granger but she ran quickly so that she could meet up with Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, and several of her fellow Gryffindors. Draco was stuck with Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson much to his chagrin. Once inside he and Granger were summoned by Professor McGonagall to get their assignments for their first night.
"As you know you two have been selected because you are the top in your class." she began "But this doesn't mean that you can abuse your power, being Head Boy and Head Girl is a privilege that can be revoked at any time. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Professor" they both answered.
"Good now you will find your dormitory on the 2nd floor behind the portrait of the four founders. The password is Locke now go in and enjoy the feast I can see the first years coming in now."
As Professor McGonagall left to tend to the first years Draco tried his hand again at being charming.
"So how was your holiday Her- Her- Granger?" Draco asked as he held open the door to the Great Hall his robes slipped past where the Dark Mark was burned onto his skin and the bandages were showing.
"It was fine Ferret, what happened to your hand?" Hermione replied
"Nothing just a scratch got in a rather bad broomstick riding accident" he said surprised at his own quick thinking.
"Too bad the whole arm wasn't lost." She said as she stepped into the Great Hall to join the Gryffindor table.
He was unsure if he fooled her completely or not, but he knew full well that he would need better than a broom accident to compare to the pain that it caused for him to get that mark.
Draco was lying in the middle of the floor panting, the final test had just been administered he was weak and desperate for rest. But he knew he had passed, all of the pain and hard work had paid off he was to become a Death Eater just like his father desperately wanted.
"Well done young Malfoy your father will be proud." said Voldemort "Now it is time for you to officially join our ranks hold out your left arm."
Draco did as he was told but nothing could prepare him for what he was about to witness. Voldemort pointed his wand at Draco's exposed forearm and said the spell which would brand him and connect him with the rest of the Death Eaters.
"Implantus marcism"
Draco's arm felt like it was ready to explode he screamed and begged for it to be over as he felt something red hot drop onto his skin and start to burn into it. It seemed like hours before he was done but the mark had been implanted and Voldemort sent him to get that bandaged so it could heal and become permanently implanted.
The memory caused Draco to shudder and he entered the Great Hall to join the feast while subconsciously rubbing his forearm. Slowly he watched Hermione's hair flow in the wind.
"Amazing" he thought "but from a distance her hair doesn't look quite so bushy."
A/N: Apologies are due to all of you who have been waiting so patiently I'm so sorry but school has been murder and I just got time to write another chapter. Please review and don't worry I wont take as long for the next one.