It Bled Red

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Pairings: Pansy/Draco
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Draco and Pansy the night before.

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She felt the dark mark pressed right into his skin. It felt cold against her palm. Her fingers went numb and her mouth parted ever so slightly. He took that opportunity to capture it; his mouth a hot, wet slash. Hair tickled against her forehead and she could feel his nose pressing into the side of her face. When he pulled away the air was dead in her lungs and she waited for her breath to lose its erratic feel. He tried to pull her skirt up but she crossed her legs and nuzzled her face against that dark mark. The eyes of the skull found her and the snake was coiled, waiting for the crucial moment.

Pansy had never touched a dark mark before. She had seen it on her father's arm and that of his friends. Her father always hidden it when he went out in public, on those lazy days when he took her arm in his and they walked regally down magical streets filled with dirty beggars and shops with skeletal hands and candles in the shape of snakes. She had so longed to walk into those shops and breathe in the scent of centuries and hatred. Her father told her it would not do for a young woman to be seen in those shops and he would leave her outside. One time a woman with cheap beauty charms had shown off her long legs, calling to the men as they passed by. Pansy had stood off to the side and watched the woman's hips sway, taking in greedy swallows of her figure. The woman had gone by the time her father had come out of the shop. Pansy told him, I want to be beautiful, Father. He had only looked at her for a moment and patted her head. When he had taken her arm in his she had pretended he was someone who wanted her. Pansy had held her head high.

She petted the dark mark and thought of those walks with her father. After a few minutes she stood.

Draco's eyes were dead as he took in the sight of her flushed cheeks and bare breasts as she slipped off the robes she wore. Her nipples were tight points. He did not say anything. He only opened his robes and pressed her against the wall. He fucked her and her skirt was bunched up and her panties were around her ankles. He sighed into her mouth when she kissed him and his thrusts became deeper. Pansy tasted his cold mouth and sucked all the air out of his lungs.

The next day Voldemort had him executed for failing to complete another attempt to take back the Malfoy honor. She did not know what that task had been. Only that his dark mark had burned itself into the space between her breasts. It was a numb space. When she pricked the serpent's tongue with a needle she was surprised to find it bled red.

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