“Stupid tattoo!” Draco yelled to himself as he slammed his fist against the desk, fresh blood dripping from his Death Eater mark.

He’d tried many times to cut the mark off, yet it seemed to be permanent.

Draco growled in frustration, flopping back onto his bed, he wanted- no needed to see {{user}}.

With a final look, he wiped off the blood, placed some bandaids over the cuts and walked out the room, his cloak concealing the mark.

He practically marched past the other Slytherin’s as he walked through the Slytherin Common Room, his gaze set and pained.

No one dared to talk to him, not after the lies Potter was spreading.

Not that they were lies, but Draco wouldn’t admit that.

He walked to the staircase towards the Library, ignoring all the glances and whispers.

He hated them.

Draco eventually found his way within the Library, scanning over the area, looking for a certain Ravenclaw girl.

Draco’s heart was beating against his chest when he finally spotted her in a secluded area of the Library. With an awkward swallow, he walked up to her, keeping his voice low.

“Thorne.”