Dark Blood // D.M.

THE BURN

~Thursday~

Draco Malfoy

The week moved by quickly being around Armena. Her body was so addicting to me, that I couldn't keep my hands off of her. It was all that bloody electricity that I kept feeling. That cosmic connection that for some reason, deep down, I knew that I belonged to her and she belonged to me. Like we were completely and utterly made for each other. 

Fuck, I sounded like Oliver. 

I stood there in the shower, letting the water pour off of my body. I let out a long sigh as I pushed my hands forward against the cool tile wall, my eyes instantly falling on the dark ink stain on my skin. No matter how many times I scrubbed, burned or peeled away at my skin, the fucking thing always stayed stained on my arm. 

I was cursed and forever a slave to the Dark Lord— dead or alive.

The more I looked at it, the more I started to see things. I watched carefully, as the snake on the tattoo moved the slightest inch, causing a burn to move through my skin.

"Fuck!" I smacked my arm, covering the tattoo.

I must be going mad. There is no way that this was active. I lifted my hands carefully looking at the mark again. The burn returned instantly as if it knew.

"Draco!" Blaise shouted from my room.

I jumped out of my skin, literally scared out of my mind. I grasped the cold tile of the shower wall, my nails scraping against the stone. I let out short pants as I tried to get a grip on reality. 

"Fuck" I breathed.

"Malfoy,  I know you're in here!" Blaise yelled from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Blaise, what the fuck do you want!" I snapped back.

"I need to talk to you about something, it's rather important." 

Fuck.

"Fine" I hissed, shutting off the cold water.

I yanked the towel down off the shower rod, wrapping the white cloth around my waist. I threw open the bathroom door to my bedroom and glared at my friend. Blaise was sitting nervously at my desk, drumming his wand against the black wood. 

"Alright, what do you want?" I snapped, throwing on a black shirt and joggers.

"So I—" I watched him fiddle nervously.

"Spit it out!" I hissed, "I don't have all day." 

"Pansy and I are fucking" he blurts out.

I sit there for a second, staring at him. I watch him shift uncomfortably under my gaze. I expected to feel a wave of anger, pure blinding blood hot rage but nothing came to the surface. 

Absolutely fucking nothing.

"Right..." I nodded my head in one swift motion. "Is that all?" 

"Are you pissed or something?" Blaise shifts.

"No, actually do you know how fucking annoying she is? Honestly good luck with that" I snickered. 

Honestly, I was more annoyed with the face that my dark mark was steaming under my clothes. It felt like my fucking skin was on fire, melting away by the minute. I tried to think about something else, I tried to make myself mad over the fact that my best mate was fucking my girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend but there was nothing. It was just the constant burn of the ink, like someone was setting a hot iron against my skin.