@Draco | The Lake
Truth to be told, she was surprised he didn’t shut her right away, as she half expected. As he rolled up his sleeve, she couldn’t kept her eyes away from his—she really didn’t know where she was going with this, but she just knew she had to see it.
Once it was rolled up, she looked down, the only object covering the mark was the fabric of his shirt. Carefully, she rolled it up, allowing the tips of her fingers to travel up his skin as she did.
She made a sudden stop once she saw the dark mark, but didn’t let go of his arm, which she was holding with gentle force. Ginny had never been this close to the actual mark, other than the one that appeared on top of the Astronomy hour a couple years ago.
She stared at it for a couple seconds, her face a mixture of emotions. She remembered quite clearly the multiple times the Golden trio had talk about Draco getting the mark, about him becoming a death eater. She had always tried to avoid getting involve in such conversations, and although she had never quite figured out why, she now thought that it might have been because she didn’t want to believe a sixteen year old could get involve in such evil schemes.
But now…now it was completely different. Tilting her head slightly, she started tracing the mark with her fingers. It was like a scar, but all too different to her owns. The few scars she had through her body due to spells and hexes were now half fading, but this once was completely noticeable.
She hated it. She hated that Draco had been mark with it, and not necessarily because of his choices—no, it was not him, it was what that monster did this to him, Voldemort. He had marked Draco as if he was his, stealing away his childhood like he had done with Harry…like he had done with her when she was only eleven years old.
In a swift movement, she bent down, and pressed her lips against Draco’s skin. She placed a couple of small, butterflies kisses along the profile of the mark. Finally, she glanced up to look at Draco, a faint smile on her lips. “Was it painful?” She asked, her voice full of concern as she stroke his wrist with her thumb.
For whatever reason, being under her intense scrutiny was making him uncomfortable. The mark was his biggest insecurity, and it would never go away. It would fade, but it would always be with him. A reminder. A scar. And with Ginny just staring and feeling it, he was concerned with what was running through her mind. Would it remind her that she was now dating an ex-Death Eater? The evil, wrong, bad side of the war.
He was completely startled when he felt soft lips touch the mark. She was... she was kissing it?
His eyes widened, and all of a sudden, the nervousness melted into a flutter in his chest. Though he act in itself was enough to cause him to flush, the meaning behind it all was what really drove his heart to beat fast-paced.
When she asked him a question, he barely registered it. "What?" he asked, snapping out of his dazed reverie.
"Oh," he said once it clicked. "Getting the mark itself wasn't all that painful. Quite uncomfortable--mentally more than physically. But then during the course of his--temporary reign... it ached a lot. Especially when he got angry." Which, as they both knew, was a lot.
"But not anymore. I hate looking at it, but it doesn't cause me any pain anymore," he explained with a sigh. Self-consciously, he pulled his arm away and looked to the ground.
