A/N: This story is about the turmoil Draco is going through when he had to take the dark mark in the summer between his 5th and 6th year. What is his story, what does he want, he desire. Who is his saving grace, his hope and his home. Without a further ado, here you go with the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own HP, though I wish I owned it.
This is the day then, when I lose my dignity, freedom everything to the man whom I despise the most. Leaving behind a mark for life, which will remind me of the choice I have my made for the rest of my pathetic existence. The mark of slavery, to prod me every day that I am no better than a house-elf.
I was made aware that this will be my future, my honor to receive this mark from very beginning. But it all changed when I started doubting the pureblood shit my parents were used to sprouting around. In the past 5 years of my school life I have learned that their thoughts and views are baseless and untrue.
Knowing and understanding all this, still here I am, waiting for the devil incarnate to mark me as his slave. I know I must follow through this plan for my parent's sake, mostly my mother who will be killed slowly and painfully by the beasts. If only my father had not been a fool to end up in Azkaban as well as failing to provide what the Dark Lord wanted from the ministry. I now must repay for my father's shortcomings.
Knocking on my door, mother opened the door and stepped in.
"Are you ready Draco?" she softly asked while she put a hand on my arm.
"As ready as I ever will be, mother" I replied. I know she is scared for me. This is too early and not the way she expected it to be.
My thoughts have changed but my parents still believe in the pureblood supremacy. She is scared that the Dark Lord would be hard on me as he is furious with father for the failed mission.
"I know this is earlier than expected but we need to get your father out of Azkaban. I hope you understand this." She said. And we started making our way to our ballroom which is Dark Lord lair.
We entered the ballroom to find the Death eaters already assembled with the Dark Lord sitting on the throne. His mere presence makes the complete places dark, forlorn and Nagini who is lingering near him invokes fear within you.
"Draco Malfoy" he said in fake calm tone anyone could have heard the anger he was trying to repress.
I bowed down in front him, kissing the hem of his clock as I have seen my father do many times.
"Stand my loyal follower, we are here today to welcome a new member in our noble cause and help us win this war….". I stood in front of him with my head down and body numb with anticipation of my impending doom, appearing to hear everything he was uttering.
I have mastered Occlumency in this last year at school, I occluded my mind to any intrusion as well creating a façade of my mind and my desire to join the cause and my hatred for half-bloods and muggle-borns. Learning Occlumency was a very difficult and tiresome, as I had to teach myself without any assistance and anyone else noticing what I was doing. If anyone knew I was learning occlumency, it would have raised doubts and would have been fatal for me and my family.
"Raise your left-hand young Malfoy", he hissed, and he pressed his wand on my arm. Pain so strong erupted from my arm and my knees buckled beneath me. I bit my tongue so hard I could taste the blood, but I didn't want to give him the pleasure of making me scream in pain. I could hear him just above me hissing in parseltongue while pressing the tip of his wand hard in my arm. At the last of my strength I screamed, and I could feel it gave him immense pleasure to hear me in agony he was causing.
What felt like days but were just minutes later, he stopped hissing and released my arm causing me to almost fall on my face. I sat there with my now marked arm on my knees where I could see the ugly mark, contemplating what this moment meant for me, for my family. I stood with as much dignity as I could muster with minimal strength available in my body after this ordeal and joined the standing death eaters ranks.
The doors to ballroom opened with a bang and Fenrir Greyback entered with few people levitating behind him as he made his way towards Voldemort and dropped the people in front of the Dark Lord. There were five females battered and bound, the implication of these women here made me sick to my stomach. I knew of the famous revels, but never thought will be witnessing one so early in my life as the Death Eater. The thought of what was to happen in next few minutes wretched my gut inside out wanting to throw up meager lunch I had.
The screams and scene in front of me will be haunting me for the rest of my life. The scene will be imprinted in my mind forever. I sensed my mind being intruded and strengthen my walls while I am adding false desire to follow the dark Lord, my belief in pureblood supremacy and enjoyment of what was taking place in front of me. Satisfied with my façade Voldemort left my mind.
I entered my room very late in the night and ran straight for the washroom, barely made it to the pot before I puked my guts out. I sat there cursing my life, my family, everything and anything while silent tears made their way down my face.
I just need one thing, one person to make this bearable, the thought of seeing this person gives me the strength to stand up and make my way to the room. I undressed myself with a vigor to get the filthy clothes away from me and change into my normal clothing.
"Bitsy", I call for my loyal elf. I can trust her with my life she is the one who raised me when my parents didn't had time for their only son.
"How can I help, Young Master?", she bowed. I moved my hands towards her to take and an unspoken conversation took place between us. She smiled at me sadly and took my hand and we disappeared from my room, from my house to the only person I can trust.
We reappeared in a room with a big bed in the middle, a big window on the left, a floor to ceiling book shelf overflowing with books. The dresser by the bed and the study table in the corner were no better, the walls had a soothing cream color with photographs adorning the wall. On the bed slept the person I loved the most, she was facing the window and the breeze from the window was playing with the tendrils of her hair that escaped her braid.
I turned to bitsy and spoke softly so as not wake my love, "Fetch me if anyone tries to enter my room, as always."
"Bitsy will fetch the young Master, before anyone enters his room." She gave me a sad smile and disappeared.
I stood by the foot of the bed, just looking at her, it gave me a sense of peace, tranquility, just seeing her sleeping peacefully makes me smile and gives me hope. She is my love, my strength, my warmth, my home. I get behind her in the bed spooning her, hugging her as close to myself as I can. Having her this close to me gives me the warmth I needed, wanted and craved after today's ordeal.
"Draco," she moaned in her sleep. She can recognize me even in her subconscious state and this makes me ecstatic. She turns around in my arms and opens her warm brown eyes I can lose myself into. We are so closed to each other that I can feel her breath on my skin, unable to resist I kiss her fiercely. Pouring my need, my love and passion for her into the kiss.
As we break up for air, I trail kisses along her neck, she moves her neck to give me better access to her neck and I moan, "Hermione…".
She pulls my head up and touches her forehead with mine, I am contended with her in my arms now.
She asks softly, "Are you alright?", She knew what was going to happen today.
"I am now", I replied kissing her on her nose, her eyes and her cheeks and lastly on her lips.
"Draco, please...", breaking the kiss she asked pleading with her eyes and cupping my face in her hands.
"No, I am not, I never will be. I am filthy, dark, evil now." I stated as if I am stating facts. She leaned and kissed me on my lips, letting me know she understands my dilemma, my situation. She understands me.
I kiss her passionately and in a fraction of a second, I am hovering over her, my hands are roaming all over her, reassuring myself that she is still here. My hands find their way towards her breasts, caressing them through her muggle tank top as the peaks harden. She moans in my mouth and I enter her mouth, roaming around. My hands find the hem of the top and pull it over her head breaking the kiss, I make my way down her neck towards the newly uncovered breasts and give them my undivided attention.
Her hand is in my hair, massaging my scalp and the other is on my back, scratching my back as she moans at my ministration. She arcs her back as the pleasure is building up in her, her moans and reaction gets directly to my member who is standing proud at attention trying to release its confinements. I grew impatient and with a wave of my wand we both are naked as we were born.
My fingers travel to her neither region find it wet and ready for me, as I play with her folds she moans, "Draco, stop teasing me." I don't need to be asked twice. And in a single stroke I hit home making us both moan and sigh in bliss. I am going harder and faster than intended and she is accepting me, understanding my need, my pain. We both cry our reliefs together and satisfied sign leaves us. Fearing of crushing her under me I slide on the side pulling her in my arms again. I am afraid if I do not have her in my arms, I will wake from this dream and find myself all alone. She keeps me tethered to the ground keeps me going.
"I love you", I confess.
"I love you too, Draco. More than anyone in this world.", she replies with her sweet smile and kissed me on the lips. Her lips are swollen from kisses, she has a rosy flush across her body, she is happy, content in my arms knowing what I am, who I am. Her acceptance for me as I am, increases my love for her even more, if its possible.
"Happy Birthday Draco", she wishes me as the clock chimes the midnight. Between all this chaos, I had forgotten that it was my birthday, but she remembered. I smile and kiss her, "Thank you, my love".
"So, what do you want for your birthday?", she asks.
"Marry me" I reply. I have no idea how I uttered these words, as I had no intention of asking her this question so early, I intended to ask at some point in my life. But I surely didn't envision asking it this so soon and today of all days.
The widening of her eyes tells me that she was also neither expecting this from me. I feel like a fool, knowing its too early and such a commitment needs time and thought thoroughly. What was I thinking asking her like this, I do not even have a ring.
"Yes", she replies while I am berating myself.
Surprised by her response I hug her even closer to me and kiss her deeply, passionately. Letting her know how much her response means to me. I intend to show how much I love her for the rest of my existence.
If I have her at my side, I am ready to face anything, to protect her, to love her.