Beneath The Mark.

Chapter one: Filthy Mud-blood Draven.

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Main characters:
Hazel Draven- Half - blood, ravenclaw witch.
Draco Malfoy- Pure - blood, death eater, slytherin.
Hermione Granger- Muggle born witch, gryffindor.
Harry potter-  Half - blood, gryffindor wizard.
Ron Weasley- Pure - blood, gryffindor wizard.
Theodore nott- Pure - blood, slytherin wizard.
Lorenzo Berkshire- Pure - blood, slytherin wizard.
Pansy Parkinson- Pure - blood, slytherin witch.
Mattheo Riddle- Half - blood, slytherin wizard.
Blaise Zabini- Pure - blood, slytherin wizard.

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Flashback/Backstory: second year at Hogwarts.

The subtle clinking of cauldrons, and glass jars, filled the room, along with the constant chatter amongst students, and the occasional "All of you-enough chatter," echoing from Professor Snape's monotone voice at the front of the dim classroom. Not a single soul listened, despite how utterly scary Snape is.

"Hazel, stop daydreaming, you've not helped one bit during this assignment. Ive brewed the Amortentia for you."
Hermione's soft, yet more arrogant than usual voice snapped me back into reality.
I cleared my throat and looked down at my table.
"Yes, right, the.. Amortentia." I'm still readjusting from merlin knows what I was dreaming about.

"Now would you prefer me or you to smell it first?" Hermione asked, I've never understood how she speaks like a bloody prefect. A part of me slightly envied her cleverness. I nod my head at her, signalling that she may smell it first.

"Freshly mown grass, new parchment and.. spearmint, toothpaste." She removed the jar from beneath her nose and placed it into my chest, i react quickly and take it from her.

I somehow hadn't noticed that the rest of the class had been watching Hermione smell the Amortentia. Great, just great!

"Hazel... I suggest, if it isn't too much of a strain, that you actually smell the Amortentia. Unless, of course, you intend to ruin it as spectacularly as you ruined the last potion." Snape beamed from behind me, I didn't even spot him make his way over here to comment on my atrocious fail at the Wiggenweld potion a couple of weeks ago. I swear, that man teleports.

"Yes professor, of course." I felt the class' eyes burn into me as I lifted the Amortentia to my nose, its strong fragrance slithering into my nostrils. My breath hitches into my throat when my brain catches up with my senses.I know the incoming embarrassment, because I know who it will smell of. Ive liked Harry since the beginning of first year now.

"I smell.. treacle tart, the woody scent of a broomstick and the smell of a quidditch pitch." I blink. Placing the Amortentia back on the table. Harry sharply turns his head towards me, I pretend I don't notice him. Merlin, how humiliating.

Before seating myself back down in my assigned seat with Hermione, I hear chuckles from the corner of the classroom. Looking up, I sought the three laughing across the classroom, pointing at me directly. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. How lovely, and unsurprisingly expected. I'm not sure I'm able to name the last time I hadn't been childishly teased by Draco and his friends. Because there isn't one. They notice me looking up at them, i'm not really one to stand my ground, i'd rather just sit and let it happen, it's better than being hexed.

"Class dismissed. Go.. and pray you remember anything useful from today's lesson." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

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Hermione and I walked together on our way to D.A.D.A. Apparently we have a new teacher. My thoughts were quickly interrupted by the three Slytherins stood in front of us.

"Thought you could get away that easily Draven?" Draco's voice pierces through me. I am utterly screwed.
"Yeah Draven, what he said," Draco's little minion Crabbe says.

I roll my eyes and grab Hermione's arm, I don't want any trouble, I just really do not fancy being late to Defence class. I pull Hermione's arm as I walk forward, attempting to push past the three. But of course, they wouldn't let me leave without some sort of torture. Typical.

My books are slapped out of my hand onto the floor, with one quick hit of Draco's pale hand. He spits on the ground, some of his saliva hitting my "Hogwarts history" book.

"Filthy Mud-bloods like the both of you deserve to be spat on." His foot strikes my back, causing me to collapse to the floor with a grunt. I hear the three laugh, walking away.