ONE SHOTS

Draco Malfoy x OC

Draco sat at a chair. Tie loosened, shoes kicked off his feet. Waist coat off on the other chair, his white button up with sleeves pulled up and a cold drink in his arms.

"Hey there," said Layla as she approached Draco and plopped down on a seat next to him.

Draco looked up from his drink to the young girl who no longer sported the gorgeous red dress but now was dressed in skin tight black booty shorts a white t-shirt that clung to her like second skin. A red flannel was tied around her hip, she sported black over the knee socks and black sneakers.

Draco couldn't help but leer at Layla's legs as they ran down for miles. His heated gaze was cast towards her tussled hair as she pulled his drink away and placed a cup of water in front of him.

"Here, this will do you some good," Layla said.

"Thanks," replied Draco as he took the water and began to drink some.

Layla's eyes were cast towards Draco's left arm where the dark mark was embedded. Her eyes still transfixed on the mark she didn't notice Draco squirming under her gaze.

"It's disgusting I know," grumbled Draco as his eyes were down cast.

"What you call disgusting, I call beautiful," replied Layla with her eyes still latched on to the tattoo.

Draco's head fell back as he began to laugh hysterically.

Layla smiled at him.

His eyes caught her smile as he bitterly tugged her whole body on to him, "what in the name of this mark is beautiful to you?"

Layla still feeling disheveled at being jostled grasped Draco's biceps to steady herself as her eyes met his grey ones, "not the mark itself per sei, more the man wearing the mark. Because it shows his struggle, his pain, his perseverance, it shows us his humanity."

Draco glared at the girl with blue eyes not knowing if it was best to slap her or kiss her senselessly.

"If I had the choice I'd get it removed," Draco grumbled.

Layla raised her brow, "if the choice was offered you would truly accept it?"

"Without a doubt," replied Draco his eyes never wavering.

Layla's right hand made its way to the mark slowly but surely. Finally, her forefinger rested on the mark. Slowly she begins to trace the mark as Draco keeps his gaze on the girl confused.

Suddenly, her hand glowed a bright blue color as Draco felt a warm sensation wash over him. The mark in his arm heats up until he feels an exploding sensation, his eyes still caught on the blue glow until there is nothing left.

No mark.

There on his arm...

The mark...

...

Was gone...

"How did you?" Draco asked shocked and elated.

"I may not be a witch but I am no ordinary human," Layla whispered.

Draco's senses screamed at him to do something. His instincts kicked In to express his new found joy as the boy pulled the girl down for a hot searing kiss.