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Ron's eyes widened as he saw Draco Malfoy coming out of Dumbledore's office. He was alone for once, and his eyes were narrowed to slits. Ron had to admit, it didn't look like a good idea to mess with him today. He clutched is school bag with one strap over his shoulder, using the free hand to brush a strand of blonde hair out of his eyes. He looked slightly annoyed as he did it and then his light silver-gray eyes met with Ron's blue one's and he gave him the scariest sneer that Ron had ever seen appear on his face.

"What are you looking at Weasel?" he snapped.

Harry turned around to find his arch nemesis standing only a few feet behind him. His eyes trailed down his left arm and he noticed that Malfoy had his sleeve pulled all the way over his free hand. His eyes narrowed in a questioning look but he decided Malfoy was just being strange as usual.

"Is there something here you like?" Draco asked motioning to himself. His jaw was set and he looked extremely agitated about something. But he didn't let his sleeve fall away from his wrist. You can say that after knowing Malfoy so long, you get used to seeing him carry himself a certain way, and having his hand hidden away from their view was a bit strange to them. The trio and Malfoy knew each other from front to back, and they could read each other like an open book. Odd behavior never went unnoticed.

"What're you hiding up your sleeve?" Harry asked finally. He was merely just kidding but the look on Draco's face said something else.

"What?" Draco snapped.

"Why is your whole arm stuffed up your sleeve?" Potter asked again, his eyebrows raised. Malfoy looked down at his arm and slowly let his hand reappear. He then looked up at them.

"You happy now Pothead?" he snapped. He then left the conflict before one even began. The trio watched him leave slightly confused.

"He never backs down first," Hermione said.

"See!" Ron said triumphantly. "I told you something weird is going on!"

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Draco turned the corner and bumped into something large and slightly soft. He was knocked over onto the ground by whoever it was.

"God, I'm sorry Draco!" came a familiar voice from higher up. It was Goyle. He was holding out his huge hand to Draco offering to help him up. Draco reached up and his sleeve fell away from his arm. He quickly stood before anyone could see, and brushed off his robes scowling. He knew both Crabbe and Goyle were too thick to notice but he didn't need them knowing. He didn't want anybody to know. He also knew that more than half of the school wouldn't fancy knowing they had a "traitor" in their midst.

"You should watch where you're going you big oaf!" Draco spat at him.

"I know," Goyle said a small frown on his face.

"Don't look at me that way," Draco snapped at him. He then turned and began to walk down the hall. When he realized Goyle was not on his right side as he usually was, he came to a halt, Crabbe stopping a little ways behind him. Goyle stood giving them both a sorrowful look. Draco felt something inside of him crack.

"Goyle!" he called, a little more harshly then he meant. "What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

Goyle looked up. "If you don't want me to, I won't…"

"What do you mean?" Draco asked. He hated feeling guilty. "Of course we want you to come. Right Crabbe?"

Crabbe nodded. "Come on Goyle," he said. "We're going to be late for class."

With that Goyle grinned and made his way to the right of Draco, and the three of them walked off, Draco strutting a little ways ahead of them. He supposed they were probably considered the Slytherin trio… Slightly inseparable, but Draco did tire of having to baby sit.

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He was feeling slightly drowsy in divination. He was resting his chin in the palm of his hand and every so often, his eyelids would shut and everything would go dark. Then he'd feel his head drooping and wake up not knowing what was going on.

"I want everyone to gaze into their crystal ball," Professor Trelawney said. "And begin to concentrate. Will your crystal ball to let you see into the depths of your heart, and what your future may hold."

Draco yawned and looked into the crystal ball, only seeing a slightly distorted reflection of himself. His nose looked way bigger than usual and his face looked flatter, stretched across the round surface of the cloudy magical tool.

"My future says I'm going to be tragically disfigured," he whispered to Crabbe who snickered. Professor Trelawney motioned for him and Crabbe to be silent, and they both did as told, falling quiet, still wearing smirks across their faces.

It was then that the crystal ball erupted into bright light, catching Draco's attention. He stared at it wide eyed as the Dark Lord appeared. He was holding out his wand right at Draco. No sound came from the crystal ball though, but Draco could see him wording a curse and a green light erupted from the Dark Lord's wand.

"Avada Kedavra!" Draco hissed, standing and backing away from the crystal ball. His heart was pounding as he looked up at Professor Trelawney.

"What's the matter Draco?" Goyle asked bringing everyone's attention to Draco. Draco shook his head.

"You didn't see that?" he asked. Goyle shook his head.

"That's not how the crystal ball works, Mr. Malfoy," Professor Trelawney said. "If you had been listening before, you would've known that only you can see what your future holds."

"With all due respect, Professor, I fell asleep during that part of your lecture," Draco said. But some of the cool had gone out of his voice, and Trelawney could see that the boy was spooked.

"What did you see, Mr. Malfoy?" Trelawney asked.

"Nothing," he said. "May I be excused?" A new sensation had hit him though… His left forearm was burning. He glanced at Crabbe to see that he had felt it too, but he kept quiet, trying to keep his secret. Crabbe had grasped his forearm and looking at Draco, his eyes wide.

"Yes you may," Professor Trelawney said. "If you need to talk about it any time soon, just come to me."

"Thanks," Draco said, less than half heartedly, and he disappeared from his divination lesson, climbing down the ladder. He checked to make sure that nobody was around and lifted up his sleeve. There on his left forearm, the Dark Mark had turned jet black and the snake was slithering across Draco's arm, like the forked tongue in the Dark Lord's mouth. The skull leered at him, and the whole tattoo had popped out of Draco's skin slightly making it look all the more realistic.

"Dear Lord," Draco whispered. "He's back…"

Little did he know, elsewhere in the building a certain Severus Snape was smiling, as he looked at the Dark Mark come alive on his arm.

A/N: Sorry for any misspellings of names and grammar mistakes, if there are any, I don't know. I hope those of you reading this story have enjoyed it so far. Keep the reviews coming please! They are much wanted. Give me you opinions. I'd really like to know what you think.