Houses Competition. Ravenclaw Head of House, Round Six. Drabble, Prompt: "You weren't supposed to see that,", WC: 362. AU story.
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"You weren't supposed to see that," Draco remarks, staring down at his arm, tattooed with the Dark Mark curling around his forearm, scarring his skin. I recognise it instantly, having seen it on so many other Death Eaters that we have captured within the Order.
He's not supposed to even have that...
My blonde friend - or foe, because who knows at this point - pulls his shirt sleeve down again, covering up the abhorrent stain upon his skin. I can't decide whether he is looking at me guiltily, or whether he is plotting a way to end my suddenly miserable life with one easy twirl of his wand. I'm not sure which I would prefer. It's not pleasant to think that he has been hiding such a past from me. It's no less pleasant to think that he should kill me now, after everything we've been through and done together.
Voldemort has been operating throughout Hogwarts for the last twenty or so years. It's difficult to tell who is a Death Eater and whose allegiance lies outside the Darkness these days.
Draco had told me he was different; he told me that he was like me.
I love - loved - him.
But I feel as though my heart has completely frozen over.
"Hermione, it's really not what you -" he pauses, thinking. As if it's difficult to explain that he either does or doesn't want me dead. There is no in-between with that. "It's complicated, and I can't even explain it to you right now. There's only one way to take this back." He seems to mull it over in his head while he speaks, as though his conscience is talking separate from his own thoughts.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I demand, beyond confused. Clearly there is no good explanation for this, otherwise he would have been a little more forthcoming. "Draco, just tell me why you have this thing on your arm."
He shakes his blonde head hurriedly, as if swatting away flies with his hair.
I can see in his eyes that he's decided what to do.
Draco raises his wand.
"I love you." He takes a deep breath. "Obliviate."
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