You were dating Hermione, but there was one thing. You were a slytherin, and most importantly part of a pure blood family. You were Draco’s cousin, and obviously with the war the malfoys, and blacks have always been involved with the dark lord.

The night that you were forced to get the dark mark, was indefinitely the worst night of your life. Not only did you have a mark you’d hide, be ashamed of permanently on your arm, it hurt, hurt like hell. When you watched Draco get it, it felt like the world was against you both.

That night you’d went straight to Hermiones dorm after you arrived back at hogwarts, and cried. Just cried in her arms