Welcome to The Mark of His. I wrote this book almost 7 years ago and I am finally going to finish it. This book is based in a Harry Potter world where Voldemort died when Harry was a baby and there are no death eaters. This is an anti-Ron book and a possessive, dark Draco storyline.

I will try to update the book every other day, I am unsure how many chapters it will go but I am just letting my dark Draco mind run free.

Please leave comments! I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1:

"Wow, look at her. Puberty really is a blessing," Blaise shouted, biting his knuckle as he let out a moan. Draco looked in the direction that his friend was looking and suddenly felt all his blood rush to his hardening cock.

"Is that Granger?" he asked, watching the now beautiful witch push her cart to the train. Her hair had grown so that it touched the middle of her back, the usual crazy brown hair had been tamed into a chocolate-colored river. As she stood under the sun that showed through the skylights, he could see the blonde highlights that had been recently colored into her hair.

"Who knew the bookworm had it in her?" Draco said, his eyes traveling down her body as he took in her recently formed curves. Her breasts had filled in and her stomach was more toned. She was wearing black skinny jeans with a simple silk button-down shirt that made her tanned skin pop. He growled under his breath as he watched first-year students rush forward to fight over who could help the goddess with her suitcases.

"Hermione!" Draco and Blaise turned to the new voice that called out to the goddess. She turned and was quickly pulled into a hug by Harry.

"Harry, it has been so long," Hermione said, greeting her oldest friend with a giant grin. He held her out at arm's length and looked her up and down.

"Wow, you look different," he said, his eyes almost popping out of his head. She blushed and looked at the ground. She had heard that a lot over the summer, but it was different when it came from Harry.

"Thanks, Harry. Where is Ginny?" she asked, looking for his girlfriend, but she couldn't be found.

"She just got onto the train, went to get us a place to sit before the 1st years invaded," he explained, pulling Hermione by the hand to one of the doors of the train. She smiled and nodded, her heart tightened at his words about Ginny. She was truly happy for the couple, but that wasn't enough to stop her feelings that she had had for Harry since their 1st year at Hogwarts.

Draco watched Hermione pull away from Harry, her face lighting up with a smile that sent a pang of possessive anger through him. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. She was so radiant, so untouchable, and it infuriated him.

As he approached the train, he felt a strange compulsion, an almost primal need to make her his.

"Hermione!" Ginny yelled when the two friends reached the compartment that she had saved for them

"Ginny, how are you?" She greeted her friend, returning the warm hug that she was receiving.

"Amazing, look!" She pulled back and held up her hand, a small diamond ring sitting on her ring finger. Hermione gasped and looked at Harry, then back at the ring with shock. She couldn't believe her eyes.

"He proposed over the summer. It was simple but romantic," Ginny gushed. She was so blinded by excitement that she didn't see Hermione's eyes fill with heartbreak.

"Wow… just wow," she forced out, unable to say anything else without breaking into tears. It was bad enough Ron had left her for Lavender Brown, but now Harry as well was too much for her.

"Excuse me, sorry, I have to go. I have to go check that thing," she said, quickly exiting the compartment before they could ask questions. Her head hung low as she tried to fight the tears that had been threatening to escape her eyes when suddenly she slammed into a cold, hard body. She began falling backward, but the stranger wrapped his arms around her.

"Oh my, I am so sorry," she said, blushing as she slowly looked up the stranger's body towards their eyes.

"You should watch where you are walking," Draco hissed, his sharp grey eyes looking deep into her chocolate brown eyes. He felt himself getting hard as he looked into her perfect face. She had finally learned how to apply makeup so that her features were sharper. Hermione's breath was caught in her throat as she looked at Draco. He had really grown up over the summer as well. His white blonde hair had grown out and there was a thin scruff that surrounded his mouth and chin.

"I said I was sorry," she repeated, pushing her hands against his hard chest, but he wouldn't release her. His eyes kept moving from her eyes to her mouth then back up to her eyes. Her breathing was heavier as she tried to figure him out. Suddenly he pulled her into an empty room.

"What the bloody hell, Malfoy?" she yelled, but as soon as her eyes locked with his, she swallowed the other words she wanted to throw at him. As she stood in the middle of the room, he whispered a spell to lock the door and started circling her.

"Who knew the Gryffindor princess even had it in her," he hissed with lust, smelling her soft vanilla scent.

"Excuse me?!" Hermione asked him, her fingers feeling her wand in her back pocket. She hated that nickname and hated the way her belly tightened at the way he called her "princess."

"So I heard you are recently single. That weasel couldn't keep you entertained?" Draco said, sitting down and placing his left foot across his right thigh as he ran his fingers through his hair. He chuckled darkly at the sound of Hermione's breath catching. He knew his effect on women, and he was going to use it to his full advantage.

"What does it matter to you?"

"Just curious. Especially since I don't want to fight anyone to have you. Even though, if it was against Weasel, then I won't even have to try."

Hermione's jaw dropped a little bit in shock. She couldn't believe the words that just came out of his mouth. In under 5 minutes, Draco had managed to lock her in a room, call her a princess, and stare at her like he was trying to burn off her clothes. Her fingers closed around the wand, just enough so he couldn't see her arm flex.

"I am not a piece of meat to fight over. Besides, why would I even want you?" Draco chuckled and stood up. He moved closer to her as she stepped back until she was against the door.

"It's cute that you think you have a choice. I want you, so I'm going to have you," he whispered in her ear, breathing in her smell even more. Hermione gasped at the feeling of his growing erection against her leg.

"Fuck off," she hissed, pulling out her wand and pushing him back enough to point it at him. But she wasn't quick enough. Draco whipped out his wand at the same time and whispered a spell out before she could even figure out what was happening.

Suddenly her arm started to burn and she yelled in pain, clasping her hand around the area. "What did you do?" she yelled at Draco.

He unlocked the door and started to step away. As he turned back, he smiled darkly and said, "You are mine. You will remember that every time you think of another guy."

Hermione looked under her hand and gasped. The pain had disappeared, but in its place was a tattoo of a black rose with a snake as its stem. She tried all the spells she could to get rid of the tattoo, but nothing worked.

What the hell was wrong with Draco Malfoy?

—-

As Draco sat down in his room with his other friends, he stared out the window and smiled to himself.

Hermione was going to be his, no matter what.