Chapter 2: The Dark Mark
A/N: I'm a home sick, so I'll upload a few chapters today, but there might be a few spelling mistakes. Also, I mention to "Let go of the past", which made me think, there's an awesome story by (I think) cleotheo, called Letting Go Of The Past. Check it out! All her stories are pretty good, so if you want, check her out on my profile, she's one of my favourite authors out there. She updates several times a week, and there's always new stories going on!
When they left the Great Hall, Draco and his friends split up. Most of them to go to the Slytherin Dormitory, leaving Draco to go to the Head Dorms. The Head's common room was sealed by the portrait of a mysterious lady holding a flickering candle. She simply raised an eyebrow in question for the password, and never spoke. When it was past curfew she blew out her candle, and in the mornings, she relit it, although no one could claim to have seen her do so. "House Unity." He gave the password. The lady smiled at him with her painted, dark lips, and swung open. He entered into a spacious common room, lined with bookcases to accommodate for the love of reading the Head Students shared between them. There was a roaring fire crackling in the summer, and a back wall with ceiling high windows looking over the Black Lake, which were now covered with heavy brown drapes. The colour scheme of the common room was simple, with dark wooden floors, dark grey couches and chairs, accompanied by accents of gold and silver. To the left, there was a cherry wood door, with a golden plate on it: "H. J. Granger". On the other side of the common room was a dark green door with a silver plate: "D. L. Malfoy". Both rooms were located in a tower, with identical bedrooms and ensuites, but house orientated colour schemes.
His bedroom had black, wood, polished floors. A large canopy bed was in the centre of the back wall, underneath large windows with Slytherin green drapes. On the left wall there was a closet with a mirror on the inside, standing next to a antique black desk, filled with hidden compartments and locked drawers. Two bookcases were on the other wall, next to the door that led to his bathroom. Inside there was a sink, toilet, bath and shower. Draco flopped down on his bed, pulled out a book and read. Time passed by as he waited for his girlfriend to come by, and when someone finally opened the common room, he was disappointed to find Blaise Zabini waiting for him. "What are you doing here, Blaise?" The dark skinned Italian merely smirked. "Why, I'm visiting my best friend."
"I didn't give you the password to annoy me, arrogant prat."
Blaise crowed in delight: "You even sound like her!"
"Who are you talking about?" Draco sighed and sank into the nearest couch, stretching his legs out onto it.
"Mudblood Granger." Before Blaise knew it, Draco's wand was in the hollow of his throat and he was growling in a deadly voice: "Don't. Call. Her. That." Blaise's eyes widened. "So you really like her, huh?" Draco slowly sat back down and shook his head: "No. I don't. We have however formed a truce. And only I get to insult her behind her back." Blaise just scoffed and shook his head. "Well have fun with the Mud-... Sorry, the muggle-born." He turned around and smirked dramatically as he left. He just knew Draco and the mudblood were having a secret relationship.
Relieved at that ordeal being over, Draco went back upstairs, and grabbed his book, and continued reading on the couch. It become later and later, and soon he simply decided to take a nap on the couch. His arm was tucked under his head, and his book lay forgotten on the floor, as Harry and Ron entered the room, searching for Hermione. Instead, they encountered a fast sleeping head boy. Grinning evilly, Ron elbowed Harry. "Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. We have Draco FREAKING Malfoy at our mercy!" Harry snickered back: "I can't believe Mione has to live with the ferret. I bet he tricked McGonagall into making him head. I mean, what's the ferret got on us?" They looked at each other, grinned again, and chorused: "Payback time!"
"Okay, what do we want to do?" Harry asked.
"I guess we could paint him blue?"
"Draw a dick on his face?"
"In permanent marker."
"Nah, too hard."
"What else?"
"Uhm, tie him up?"
"Levicorpus him?"
"Torture him?"
"Mate, that's messed up." Ron said, crinkling his nose.
"Lock him on the balcony?"
"Naked."
"Mione won't like that, Ron."
"Nah it'll scar me too anyways."
"Mate, we could draw a ferret!"
"Or we could turn him into one!"
"Good oneeee, let's!" They got out their wands. "Do you know the spell?" And realised that idea wasn't possible either. Suddenly Harry shot upright. "I have it! Ron, do you have a Sharpie?" Silently, Ron handed him one, reaching deep into his pocket. He raised an eyebrow in question. Harry just grinned back maliciously.
Slowly he started drawing on Draco's arm, stopping occasionally to think back over the details. Exactly 17 minutes later both boys were staring at the near perfect dark mark in awe. "Stroke of genius Harry!" "That'll teach the filthy death eater scum." Despite Voldemort being dead, and Draco's part in the war being forced, some people just couldn't let go of the past.
Suddenly the portrait behind them swung open. Harry and Ron turned around, to come face to face with a furious Hermione Granger. Her hair seemed to be crackling with static, or magic perhaps, and her eyes were blazing steely cognac instead of warm amber. "What did you do?" She hissed. Both boys gulped. "We just taught the ferret a lesson, Mione." Harry spoke, trying to sound reasonable. "Don't you dare 'Mione' me Harry! What did you do to poor Draco? He was sleeping! What made you think he even needed a lesson to be taught, you imbeciles?!" She shrieked, losing all cool. Both boys looked down at the floor sheepishly. "I don't know what to say." Harry spoke again. "Don't say anything, just. Fix. This!" "Yes Hermione." Both boys backed away from her, in the process tumbling over Draco, who woke up with a start, and rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Mione? What's going on?" The boys looked at him, horrified. "Mione? He calls you Mione?" She silenced them with a deathly glare. "Yes. Draco can call me that. Unlike you two. Look what you did to his arm!" The boys rubbed their necks sheepishly. Slowly and warily Draco looked at his arm. "Merlin's baggy sweatpants, what did you two do?!" Hermione sat next to him, and rubbed his back soothingly. "I'm sure they didn't mean to bring up such a difficult time. Or make you an outcast. Or get you into trouble with Gryffindors and teachers alike. Right Harry? Ron?" "No Hermione." They chorused again. She fixed them with another glare. "Sorry ferret." "I have a name and it's not ferret." "Sorry... Draco." Hermione stood up once again and pointed them to the door. "Good. Now out! Out!" They reluctantly went, Harry only stopping to say over his shoulder: "I want an explanation tomorrow!"