At 2:14 that night while asleep in the cottage Draco began screaming in agonising pain. Hermione bolted upright from her deep sleep, hearing his screams. "Draco? Draco wake up!"
He sprrung awake, drenched in sweat. "Oww! Fuck!" He winced in pain and quickly removed his shirt. The word 'mudblood' is carved into his pale chest, with blood dripping from each letter.
Hermione shrieked in panic. "Draco, what's happening?!" She sees the wretched word carved into his chest and a tear rolls down her cheek. "What.. what is that..?"
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Someone's here.. Hide! Quick!" Hermione did as she's told. Draco stood up and went to the door. "Who's there?"
"Draco, open the damn door." Draco stepped back from the door and his father, Lucius barged in. "So, where's the mudblood?" He said in a firm, monotone voice.
Draco gulped nervously, "I don't know what you're talking-"
"Don't lie to me!" Lucius hit his son across the face with his cane. "Where..is..the mudblood, Draco."
Draco looked back at his father, his cheek bleeding. "I told you! I don't know what the hell you're talking about!"
Lucius groaned in agitation. "Liar!" He pointed his wand at the young wizard, "I didn't want to have to do this to you again. Don't tell your mother.."
"What do you mean..?"
"Crucio!" Draco fell to the floor, writhing and yelling in pain.
"STOP! LEAVE HIM BE!" Hermione yelled as she comes out of hiding.
Lucius spun around to face the witch. "YOU!" He pointed his wand at her. "Don't you dare move an inch!"
Draco stumbled to his feet to stand between his father and Hermione. "Don't father." Draco scowled at the wizard.
"So this is where you were son? Fraternising with this filth when you were supposed to be home getting ready for your initiation?"
Draco drew his wand and pointed it at his father. "SHUT UP! I WON'T DO IT! I REFUSE!"
Hermione shuddered into Draco's back as he argued with his father. After a long silence she spoke up. "Draco.. what is his talking about..?"
"He was supposed to be home to receive the Dark Mark you insolent filth!" Lucius yelled. "When I turned 14, I received the Mark and now my son shall do the same."
Hermione gasped in horror and stepped away from Draco. "No.." Hermione ran out of the cottage into the pouring rain not daring to look back.
