Summary: Draco tried to hide the Dark Mark ever since the night he promised. He tried everything. Scrubbing it off, covering it with toilet paper, and scratching it off. But nothing worked. But one day when Draco got sick, Harry found out and didn't treat it well.
Warnings: Mentions of sex, Cutting, suicide, depressing, deathand sad!
Top: Draco
Bottom: Harry
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Draco's POV
I cried myself to sleep that night. I didn't know what to do. How could I hide such a horrible thing if me and Harry were planning on having sex in a few weeks? I woke up, rushing to the bathroom before Blaise, Theodore, Crabbe, or Goyle could. I locked the door, and grabbed the liquid soap, washing the Dark Mark.
I scrubbed it, and when I rinsed it off, nothing changed. I grabbed some toilet paper and wrapped my forearm with it. It immediately came undone and fell to the ground. I picked it all up and tossed it into the bin with anger. I started to cry, and suddenly found myself scratching it. A new rash appeared and I had no hope. I grabbed a clean razor and started to cut around it. Maybe it would disappear if blood touched it? Nope. I washed my cuts, which seared in pain.
I got into the shower and washed every part of my body, still feeling dirty. I got out of the shower, wrapping the towel around my waist. I grabbed my robes and put them on, making sure my sleeve covered the Dark Mark all the way. Now I just need to hope that Harry doesn't see.
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I laid on my bed, moaning from how tired I was. Harry sat by my side and stroked my hair.
"Dray, you need to sleep."
And I slowly fell asleep.
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Harry's POV
I suddenly spotted a pinkish red splotch on Draco's wrist, so I pulled down the sleeve. I gasped, waking up Draco. I spotted an ugly sight. The Dark Mark was there, and there were rashes on it, along with cuts surrounding it.
"What's this, Draco?! You betrayed me!"
"I-I can explain!"
"No. Next step is handing me over, isn't it? We're done, Malfoy."
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Draco's POV
Those words stung and hurt like the Cruciatus Curse. I tried to grab Harry's hand, but Harry ran away, crying. We're done, Malfoy. I guess we are. I pulled up my sleeve, crying for Harry. Why did I let You-Know-Who touch me at all? You betrayed me! Well...I kinda did.
I got up and ran. I ran up to the Astronomy Tower, where we had our first kiss. And I found Harry, climbing over the edge. I ran over to him, and right when he jumped, I grabbed his hand.
"Harry, stop!"
Harry looked up with tears in his eyes.
"Let me go! I want to die!"
"No! I'm so sorry! My father would've literally killed me if I didn't get the mark! Even with this mark, I would never turn you in! Harry James Potter, I love you."
Harry started to sob.
"I love you too, Draco Lucius Malfoy."
Then I accidently let go of Harry's sweaty hands. Harry screamed as he started to fall. I screamed too after realizing what I had done, and jumped down after him. I found Harry and grabbed his hand, hugging him tight. We both kissed with passion and panic, hugging one another tight, until we both hit the ground still hugging each other and suddenly, everything went black.
