AN: Full disclosure, I came across this pair in Detained by jenszabo quite accidentally a few weeks ago and fell in love with the characters. And while I was already toying with Dramione, Thuna, Blinny, and Panville in a Voldemort wins AU it just felt like a sign to add a pair in what I have dubbed the Unseen series with five short stories of the couples mentioned.

Marcus

Somewhere inside of him, he had suspected, she wouldn't fight him. He had too much power over her. She had given too much of herself to him already. Before they had truly even begun. But his hope that her surrender would be driven by a bit of trust had crashed and burned. She didn't trust him, despite how she felt for him.

A part of him understood. It did. He had quite literally purchased her. And it hadn't been to free her. he wasn't that heroic, he wouldn't risk his life or her own, for her to bravely run off to fight a war that was already lost for her side. But she had known, he was at least not as monstrous to do that. They both knew he could have had her, without force.

She had known that, known him. Not anymore he supposed. The little Gryff was terrified. Of him.

His girl shaking silently in terror of him. And she was his. She had made sure of it, with her eyes that always followed him.

Her hand trembling in his, but still clasping at his tightly.

He didn't know what that meant.

Fourth Year

The silly bint hadn't stopped glancing at him even after the holidays. Didn't she know better?

It had all been for the house points both Snape and Hooch had awarded him. Nothing more than that. He was not so good to save one of the lions. He didn't have that much goodness in him.

Even if his mind whispered at him how he hadn't been thinking about points and rivalries, and simply seen a small girl careening to her death. Or a bad case of broken bones and an indefinite bed rest.

How he hadn't planned for the incident at all. How he hadn't had the time to think about anything else and had just gone for her falling figure.

Saving a small girl who looked as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

Fifth Year

The other snakes had noticed. At first amused by her little crush on the big troll. Even smug about one of the enemies mooning after one of their own, despite his unfortunate face they snickered.

But then they had started giving him sly looks. Making vulgar insinuations. He only wished they would focus on the great Malfoy runt and his stupid buck tooth bint.

But then the boy was too young and arrogant for him to understand it, let alone for his idiotic lackeys and equally arrogant friends to see it.

Still, it had gotten to the point where it had annoyed him enough that he had snapped.

At an innocent girl with bright eyes that had brimmed with hurt.

He tried to convince himself it was for the best.

Sixth Year

Malfoy was certainly showing his colors. Fortunately for him, people weren't realizing the actual shades of his behavior.

A brat with a crush and no way to cope with it. He wondered how Malfoy Sr. would react to know his runt made moony eyes at a mudblood. Well if that was how Draco hoped to win over Granger, he would only wish him luck.

But then he remembered someone else who made moony eyes without the subtlety of a Slytherin. Malfoy, he could understand why his peers were still clueless. But she was so obvious with it. He turned to look at her. Not at all surprised to find that her eyes were already on him. How had her house not figured it out? Idiots, the lot of them.

She needed to put a lid on it.

Why did she like him anyway? He had nothing to attract girls like her.

He was way too old. Way too mean. And not with the pleasing visage that a young girl like her would prefer.

He knew it couldn't be his blood or his wealth.

It was the first time he was having trouble reading and understanding a person.

Seventh Year I

What did she expect him to do? Did she not understand they could never be together?

She would be ostracized from her house for just a dance, let alone being with him in a relationship.

And he would become a pariah from the wizarding world for being with someone who was quite literally still a child. Sure a pretty girl with pretty eyes.

But she was still a child, while he decidedly was not.

He was already seventeen. And she had just turned fourteen.

She was a risk he wasn't willing to take. He had to go out and build a life for himself.

Seventh Year II

He was mean. He was cruel. He was selfish. He was wealth-obsessed. But he wasn't a rapist and a murderer.

So here he was yet again, running away from his duties, he no longer believed in. Had he ever? Perhaps it was easy complacency.

He shuddered at the thought of her eyes giving him that look, the look that the Muggle had given his father.

Just the image of it had the power to upend his stomach yet again.

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