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Discovering Secrets

I paced – no I didn't really pace, I stormed – around my room angrily. How did this happen? I thought, enraged. I looked at the mark and saw that it was faded. I picked up a roll of tissue paper and wrapped it around my arm. Then, I went to Madame Pomfrey to ask for some material to replace it.

"What did you say you needed it for?" her quiet voice said from behind one of the beds.

"Um…well my cat's hurt, and I need something for him."

"You know, dear, I can fix him up in a jiffy."

"No, thanks," I answered bluntly. What was I supposed to do, lie? Then there would be the trouble of actually finding a cat, and then I'd have to actually get it injured….no, not happening.

"If you're sure, here you are." I thanked her and left. When I was back in the common room, I began wrapping the cloth around my arm. Who should walk in, but Pansy. This is not a good time I growled inwardly.

"Draco," she said, her voice high and giggly, "What're you doing?" She frowned when she saw my bandages. "Oh, let me see! You're hurt, oh dear, I'll go get Madame Pomfrey!"

"No!" I said a little bit too loudly. She looked at me with an almost frightened expression. "Pansy," I said, keeping my voice controlled, "I'm fine. I have a scar and I don't want people to see it." Her expression softened.

"Oh, well alright, then." She pranced upstairs to the girls' dormitory. I sighed and finished wrapping the bandage.

I walked out of the common room, and down to the dungeons to see Snape. I was sure I had missed plenty of homework, and I needed something to occupy my mind. Of course, as my luck would have it, Potter and Ginny are strolling down the hall going opposite me. Holding hands. And walking really close. I pretended I didn't see them. That I didn't feel that wave of jealousy that had hit me like a wall, that sliced through my heart like a knife. They passed me and I felt an enourmous bout of anger. What was happening to me? What about Pansy? A voice deep inside me told me that she was with Flint, too. Then I couldn't help myself. I turned around. Crucio, I said quietly. Harry yelled and began screaming in pain.

"Harry, Harry!" screeched Ginny. At that moment, Snape came around the corner. It took him a moment to realize that Harry was under a curse, and quickly stopped it.

"Potter, go to the hospital wing. Weasley, you'll take him there." I scowled inwardly as I watched Harry lean heavily on Ginny as they walked slowly to the Hospital Wing.

"Draco." I jumped as Snape's voice pulled me out of my thoughts of Ginny.

"Yes, Professor?"

"Come with me." I followed him without a word. He led me to his office, and I sat down meekly.

"Now tell me, what happened to your arm?"

"What?" I remembered my bandages. "Oh! Well, in Care of Magical Creatures we were dealing with…er…fire worms a-and one of them bit me." Snape raised an eyebrow.

"I don't believe you." Shit! I thought.

"Well, nobody's supposed to know about my run-in with Voldemort so that's my story."

"Run-in indeed," he mused. It looked as if he was struggling about whether or not to believe me. Suddenly, he grabbed my arm and carefully pulled off the bandages. No…oh no… "Aha...your run-in took a turn for the worse, I see." I hung my head.

"I didn't agree to that," I mumbled, "Luc – I mean Dad put it on me."

"I see…" Snape frowned, "So, are you joining him? You're secret is safe with me." All at once I had a "vision" of sorts.

Ginny crouched over Harry's dead body, crying. I came up behind her. She looked at me, crying. I spread my arms out to her and she came to me, and I held her.

"Voldemort killed him," she sobbed.

I was sucked back into reality. Voldemort was going to kill Harry in the end. Then, then Ginny would love me. I looked up at Snape and nodded.

"Then I can tell you my secret." He rolled up his sleeve and showed me his mark.

"I knew that," I told him quietly. He shook his head.

"You didn't know that I've been with him all along."

Haha my best cliffie yet! Please review! I need suggestions, criticism (constructive of course…). Sorry it's not very long. By the way, if the Dark Mark can only be put on someone by voldemort, then remember that this fic is sort of AU.