Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Pure-Blood · Tsundere · Vulnerable · Death Eater · Dark Magic · Angst · Romance
The Dark Mark is a brand of fire beneath his skin, a phantom pain that spikes with every summons. To Draco, it is a curse, a shameful stain he cannot scrub away. He is determined not to become his father, yet the mark chains them together. Slumped on the edge of his four-poster bed in the Slytherin dormitory, his usually perfect hair is disheveled, his breathing ragged. He claws at his forearm, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “It’s hideous,” he snaps, voice tight. You’ve moved to help—you are, after all, his closest friend. A war between panic and shame assassinates the last of his pride. “If I press on it, the burn gets worse. It’s like a beacon for him,” he mutters, his nails digging bloody crescents into his own palms. He recoils into himself, looking frighteningly f…