"What?" Draco ran a hand through his messy platinum hair. "But.. Thats.. I only have to kill one person, you, you have to kill so many.. that's mass murder. If you get caught, you're never leaving Azkaban.." I was almost shocked at his response. I expected him to, I don't even know, maybe smirk or shrug it off. He just never struck me as the type to care. "I'm having trouble coping, I can't imagine what you're going through."

"I haven't had too much time to let it sink in, seeing as I just realized it myself... but oh my god you're right." My head fell into my hands. It was as if his stupid mark was a trigger. When I saw it, everything just surged into my brain at once. I tried to fight the tears, but I couldn't. I buried my head further into my arms, for fear of Draco laughing at me, but a strangled sob made it's way out of my throat. I waited for the mockery, but instead, warm arms wrapped around me. I slowly looked up at him, his grey orbs staring into my hazel ones.

I instantly felt connected to him somehow, I couldn't look away from him. It was probably the first time I realized how attractive he really was. His distinguished jaw line, and his bleach blonde hair seemed to compliment his icy blue-tinted silver eyes. My eyes drifted down to his ample lips, and I began to lean towards him, snapping my eyes back up to meet his for an instant then looking back at his approaching lips.

"Draco." I muttered, before our lips touched. It was surprisingly a gentle kiss, almost a healing one. He placed a hand on the back of my neck and pulled me up toward him, breaking the kiss. I nuzzled into his neck. I heard him chuckle. "What?" I questioned.

"I think that's the first time you ever called me by my first name." He told me.

"Really?" He nodded. I shrugged. "Probably because you've been an annoying git to me all year."

"Well that's because I thought you were a traitor," He smirked, "Plus you're really fun to piss off." I jumped off him and pointed at him.

"Oi!" I yelled, "I am not!" He laughed.

"You're proving my point right now." He pointed out. I froze, thinking about this, then put on a pouty face.

"Dammit." I punched his arm lightly. "Just shush up, stupid Slytherin."

"Make me, prissy Gryffindor." He mocked. Out of nowhere, I tackled him onto the bed and placed an arm over his mouth.

"Can you talk now?" I asked, louder than necessary. I gasped when he bit my arm. "Ow! That's so cheating, Malfoy! You can't bite! That hurt.." I arched my neck to examine my wound, and he bent his head and pecked my lips from underneath.

"You're fine, wuss."

"Am not, ugly."

"You didn't seem to think I was that ugly when you were checking me out a couple of minutes ago." He retorted. I opened my mouth to reply but closed it.

I crossed my arms and sat, my back facing him, just to see what he'd do.

"Come on, you're not seriously mad." I heard him snicker. I had to use all my self-restraint to keep from laughing, and held back a smile itching at the corners of my mouth. "Dorain, come on. Jo. Say something." I cracked a smile, but luckily he was behind me. I heard a sigh and arms wrapping around my waist. He breath tickled my ear when he spoke. "Come off it, Jo, it was a joke." I began to get lightheaded, and my head felt heavy. I fell back, my head hitting his.

"Ow!" I winced, rubbing the back of my head. He did the same.

"That was not necessary." He growled.

"That was not on purpose," I shot back, copying his sarcastic tone, "I just got lightheaded." Draco thought for a moment before a sly smile spread across his face and I became worried.

"Do you get lightheaded when you're turned on?" He asked. I was taken aback. That was not what I was expecting. I shook my head.

"Where the hell do you get that from? No!" I insisted. He smirked and scooted closer to me; I responded by moving away. He quickly grabbed me by my waist and pulled me so our bodies were flush. I blushed and started to get dizzy.

"You lightheaded yet, Jo?" He snickered. I shook my head, but it was an obvious lie. "I think you are." He laughed.

"Go away, I'm tired." I said remembering it was the middle of the night.

"I can't leave, what If I get caught on the way to the dungeon? You wouldn't want me to get in trouble, would you?" He pouted. I sighed.

"Fine, stay, but you sleep over there." I pointed to the opposite end of the huge bed. He sighed dramatically and crawled over as slow as humanly possible. I rolled my eyes, trying not to smile.

I used my wand to turn off the lights and fell back on the bed. I usually have a hard time sleeping, so I just lay there with my eyes open. I looked over towards where Draco was laying. He looked so peaceful. Suddenly, a burning sensation seared my arm. I winced and let out a grunt in pain. I yelled out as the pain grew worse, my entire arm felt as if someone set fire to it then stabbed it a multiple times with a sewing needle. Draco shot up and quickly moved close to me.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"My.. my arm... i-it burns..." I managed. He heard him feel around for his wand and in an instant the light flicked on. I gasped. Draco winced.

On my arm, a symbolic skull and snake were intertwined.

On my arm, I bore a death mark.

A/N I know, I know, I'm horrible. So sorry.