It started as a joke DracoxReader

Time to go

"My Lord" you spoke as you stood beside him at the head of the table. He smiled his evil smile, this sheer skin tucked at the corners of his mouth. Strange to see a face with barely any features give off such emotion.

"It seems as though you have proven your father wrong." he seemed all too pleased at your sick reality, the attempted betrayal you had been challenged with.

"He thinks me weak" you looked at him now, out of all faces, the man who raised you held the least feeling. Flat and empty in his gazes, glossed over eyes and shadowed features. "I am not weak" you spoke through your teeth, unable to pull the clench from your jaw.

"Smart witch" The Dark Lord beamed. "Are you ready?" he asked. Instead of letting yourself speak, you held out the arm closest to him. Clenching your fist as the bare skin of your forearm met the gentle light of the room, a canvas. You shuddered only slightly as he wrapped his long, nearly inhuman hand on your wrist.

Draco had told you what it felt like, the mark when it carved itself into your skin. Like someone was peeling away at the flesh with a hot, dull knife. He told you of the after-effects, the sweating, the fever, the nightmares, the vomiting. But you didn't let yourself think of it now, not with the tension that cradled the room. You had to think of anything else, so you thought of him. Draco. Before all this happened to him, the way he would sneak you from the common room in 4th year to watch the stars on the astronomy tower. The way he would laugh about every other house being tortured by Snape.The nights you spent alone together in empty classrooms and broom closets. How he smelt so perfectly of expensive cologne and minty shampoo.

He would be sick to know this was happening, the Dark Lords' wand to your skin. Setting your future with a single spell. You wondered if maybe he'd prefer you tortured here tonight. Instead of plagued with this forever. You hoped he would forgive you, though you knew he would.

"Tonight, with this mark, you belong to me." The Dark Lord spoke. "You will kill anyone I say, you will do as I say, you will fight for Wizard blood purity. The way it is supposed to me" his voice was booming since it seemed to be the only noise in the room.

"Yes my Lord," you kept your eyes on your father, who seemed all too relaxed in his seat. Leaning back on the back of his chair. Was he finally proud?

You felt it then, that feeling Draco had tried so hard to explain. Like little needles jabbed hard into the thin skin. Ripping hard before lifting and coming back. Hot fire branding scolding you, a third-degree burn.

Your body reacted, letting an agony beckoned tear roll down your face catching on your chin. Your stomach, had it had any food in it may have pushed for you to be sick, but since it sat empty instead it clenched like it was trying to recede into itself. You had thought the glass feeling in your hand was painful, even though the fuzz of adrenaline. This was far worse than that, worse than any feeling you'd ever managed. Even the cigarette burns and belt lashings of your childhood held nothing here. Seconds felt like hours. Until the Dark Lord removed his wand from your skin, and the painful peeling feeling hummed into a dull more managing stinging. Like a bad sunburn.

You couldn't make yourself look at it, even as the world moved around you. All the voices that spoke sounded like your head were underwater like you were drowning. You wished for a second you could actually be drowning.

Narcissa was pulling you again, reefing your body from the statued stance you held in the room, unable to move from the place you stood. People dissipated into smoke around you. Fogging away as Narcissa tucked you from the room.

Your head floated down as she walked by your side up the stairs again, this time her arm was wrapped around your back and her other held the arm closest to her. The same was she would often walk with Draco.

"Narcissa" you heard a muffled voice, your father's voice.

"Later Alcide" she snapped at him, causing him to back away down the few stairs he had taken toward you. You let yourself look at him again, this time instead of flat his face was turned down. Sadder than before. Had he just now realized what he had done? Or tried to do to you? Would he have felt this guilt had you turned with him to run? Trusted the man who raised you?

"I am sure Draco won't mind you wearing things of his," Narcissa dug through some of his drawers, pulling out a cotton sleeping set. Your body felt hot, yet you shivered as the cool fall air sunk in through the nearby open window. "Shower" she nodded as she saw the goosebumps control your skin. "It helps" She gestured to Draco's bathroom door, the lucky boy had a bathroom to himself.

She turned you to leave, but before she could walk her way from the room you grabbed her hand.

"Why are you helping me?" you asked, Narcissa had always been cordial with you but friendly was not a word you would have used before.

"Because.." she sighed, looking to the closed door. Maybe to check and make sure it was still closed. "You belong to my son. And if he thinks you're worth it, then so do I"

You released her hand, you could have guessed it would have to do with Draco. Everything in her world revolved around him, a relationship and dedication you now envied. "He needs you" she spoke again, catching you off guard "He needs you to keep him grounded. I fear he would never make it through this without you"

Your heart clenched. Draco was fiercely dedicated to his family, His mother in particular. So for her to think he would cave without you made you realize just how much she really had been seeing. How wrong Draco had been about no one in the world seeing him as you saw him, worthy of living.

You couldn't help yourself, you reached out your arms crashing your body to hers. Embracing her in a way you hadn't held anyone but Draco in as long as you could remember. Instead of pulling away like you had thought she may, she wrapped her arms back around you. Holding you in a way only a mother could.

"You will stay with us," she said again, which you had assumed you would be since she said you'd sleep in Draco's room through the suspension. You pulled away, looking at her face as it read so much more than you expect. She didn't mean just now, not just the next two weeks. But after and maybe from now on.

She left you standing in the room alone, smiling at you gently as she closed the door tight. You locked the door after she did, looking around the room. You had to admit, a shower did sound nice.

You let the water run over you, it was almost as hot as you could manage it. You finally let yourself look at it, running your fingers over the risen peaks of skin. It oddly enough felt like nothing, not even a tattoo. You went back and forth between the small tattoo you had on your ribcage to the mark. The risen lines of your mother's birthday felt almost fake on your skin compared to the mark. How had it become part of you so quickly?

His bed felt nice, you may have let yourself believe he was lying next to you in it. You'd be completely willing to stay here for the entirety of the next two weeks. Though it obviously has nothing beats actually sleeping beside him.

Of course, you weren't so lucky, going to meetings now as one of them as aside from a bystander hiding away in different rooms.

That snake of his was the hardest part, she had seemed to be fixated on you, watching you every time you'd move or leave the room. Even Narcissa had noticed it, moving you to sit beside her at the table putting herself between you and Nagini. Day after aching day rolled past you, how on earth could two weeks feel like a lifetime?

They didn't let you write to Draco, you wouldn't even know what to say. Narcissa promised she had written to him and told him you were okay, which you guessed was all you would be able to tell him anyway.

The morning you were set to leave, you glanced down at the pajama set you had been sleeping in. And even though you had been sleeping in his bed, and staying under his roof, you never felt as close to him as when you wore them. Maybe he wouldn't mind if you just.... You smiled at yourself as you stuck then quickly into your bag. Time to go.

//So. I am keeping this FF as close to my DR as possible. Now since the Blaise drama is kind of subsided(for now) I will be just explaining my relationship with Draco and how it's been to be with him//