“I want you to look away, look away and continue walking. I want you to forget you ever saw me again.” Hermione snarled at the boy that stood in front of him. “Remember me for who I was, not for who I will be.” Hermione shifted awkwardly. “No, forget what I said. Forget me…forget me completely.”
“Hermione, you don’t have to do this.” Strong yet gentle hands gripped her arms. Gray eyes pleaded with hers. Hermione tried to look past him, past the well-styled hair, the iron-pressed robes.
“I already did.” Hermione twisted out of his grip and pulled up the sleeve of her dress. On the inner part of her left forearm was a jet black symbol that made Draco’s eyes widen with shock.
The Dark Mark.
“I did it in place of you,” Hermione said as she looked up. Draco saw tears brimming her eyes. “Now you have to promise me one thing. Just one thing, Draco. Stay away from me.”