the-dark-mark

Birth of Desire

His smile is what I look forward to every week. Something about his smile lights up the room. Everything brightens up when he smiles at you or just in general. Shawn is smiling whiling writing new lyrics for SM3 and it instantly puts a smile on my face.

“You know you look creepy smiling like a weirdo right?” Shawn speaks up awakening me from my daze. I look at Shawn weirdly as he stares back at me.

“I love your smile” I say giving him my own version of his smile or at least try to. Shawn’s laughs echoes through the studio causing me to let out hesitant chuckle. He leans forward from his seat and clutches his stomach. His hand comes up to wipe away small tears falling down his face.

“T-that’s haha not how I smile. I’m sorry baby, but it looks like your forcing the smile” Shawn laughs again and eventually falls off his chair. I send him a glare as he tries to recuperate from laughing.

“Sorry I can’t do a good impersonation of the ‘Shawn Mendes’ smile” I tell him crossing my arms over my chest. Which oddly enough lifts my boobs a bit. Shawn clears his throat a bit before walking towards me. He takes a seat next to me pulling onto his lap to straddle him. My hand instinctively go around his neck pulling me a little closer to his chest. Shawn let’s out a small sigh as his eyes are concentrated on my breasts. I flick his head a little to get his attention, but it doesn’t remove his gaze from my breasts.

“You should really wear this sundress more often. The sundress makes your breasts look so much bigger baby. And it focuses on all your beautiful curves, no wonder Geoff and Andrew ban you from coming to the studio. I bet if you came here every time I would never get writing done, since I would have you bent over the coffee table.”

“Thanks” I respond with a small voice as he tugs the bottom of the sundress upwards to lay around my hips. Shawn’s hands make there way up my thigh slowly caressing it before cupping my face in his hands. His breath fans over my face as inches his lips closer to mine. Before he can kiss me he removes his hands from my face leaving me dumbfounded.Shawn hands start to travel down my body again and stop once he reaches my thigh. His hands move upwards under the dress and he pulls on the elastic of my underwear and lets it go. A small snap is emitted from his action.

“Don’t start getting shy on me princess! We both know your not shy when it comes to our sex life” Shawn seductively whispers into my ear as his hand keep moving upwards until they reaches my breasts. “No bra such a bad girl” he says as he caresses my breasts gently squeezing ever so often. I feel myself get wetter as his calloused fingers pull at my nipple. I let out a moan as he continues to pinch my nipples.

“Shaw-“ his phone rings on the side table interrupting us. I let out a sigh of relief as I watch him answer the phone. He taps my thigh so I can get up. I straighten my dress out and turn away to regain my composure. His hands wrap themselves around my middle and pull me back into his lap. I try and question his actions and he puts a finger to his lips.

“Yes, Andrew I’ll have the date set on the Calendar” Shawn responds as he hums in between Andrews responses. His hands trail their way to the hem of my dress bunching it around my waist. Shawn’s fingers inch their way down my panties and cup aroused core into his hand igniting a whimper from deep within my throat. He pulls me back not to hard, a hand around my throat he whispers in my ear “shh… you need to be quiet while I talk on the phone can you do that princess?” I nod as he keeps my body leaning on him.

“Sorry Andrew can you repeat that?” Andrew starting talking again and Shawn hand move my underwear to one side allowing him to to separate my folds. His cold hands send a shiver down my spine as he continues to move up and down my slit. My head turns to face his neck and try to quiet my moans as best as I can. Shawn’s fingers make their way to my throbbing clit rubbing harsh circles. My hand comes up to my mouth to diminish the constant moans and whines that leaves my lips. Shawn let’s go and I’m regaining my breath before I know his index finger pushes into me.

“Ohh Sh- Shawn what was that?” Andrew asks through the phone after I cover my mouth. Shawn sends me a glare before he clears his throat.

“Its Y/N, I don’t know what she’s doing right now. So what are our plans for the next album and upcoming tour?” Shawn resumes conversation with him leaving me to cover my moans again. In no time I’m a withering mess as my orgasm takes over my body. My thigh close trapping Shawn’s fingers from removing themselves. His fingers slowly thrust in me to ride out my high. I so badly want to scream in ecstasy as all the pleasure washes over me.

“Geoff thinks it’s best if we start in North America before moving the tour to Europe. He wants to check with you first before we start calling venues and hotels for your arrival. I also think it would be a great idea to give you a bit more time with Y/N. So Shawn what do you say?” Andrew says through the phone as Shawn looks at me. I’m in a daze trying to regain my composure. Shawn slide me off his lap and stands up.

“I think that’s great! Maybe she can be with me during the North American tour, yeah? This so great and all the buzz of SM3 is amazing.” Shawn hums to Andrews response more and my eyes slowly start to close. The undoing of a belt buckle makes me immediately open my eyes again. Shawn stands before me phone between his shoulder and neck a he undoes his pants. In two minutes tops Shawn stands in all his naked glory before me. The conversation with Andrew continues as Shawn sits back on his couch and pull me on to his lap. He presses the phone to his chest to avoid Andrew hearing our conversation.

“Take everything off and sit on my lap now” I listen to him and quickly remove any article of clothing I may on. I make a move to straddle Shawn’s lap, but he turns me around so I’m facing the large view windows looking out towards the city. We are only a few floors above the city, so anyone who looks while see my naked body on full display. It makes me wetter at the thought of being caught by people walking.

“Andrew it’s hard! I can’t have three songs recorded by midnight without anyone here! Yes, Y/N’s here….. I’m not kicking her out! ANDREW!” Shawn yells into the phone followed by Andrews response trying to calm down Shawn. I can feel his erection poking my back and I reach behind and give a gentle squeeze. His hips buck up at the sudden contact and he groans into the phone. I bite my bottom lip and start to slowly move my hand up and down his thick erection. His grunts and groans encourage me to continue.

“A-And-Andrew, I-I’m g-going to call you back!” Shawn rushes the words out and throws the phone somewhere in the room. His hips continue to buck to meet my movements and I speed up my movements. His breath becomes rapid and ragged as I move my thumb over the slit of his member.

Previn layers the tip and I rub my thumb in the in the slit in which I receive a hiss fro Shawn.

“Fuck! I hate how innocent you look and yet your a deadly tease when it comes to intimacy” Shawn utters before he hisses once again. I remove my my hand from his throbbing member and start to inch my thumb with Shawn’s precum towards my lips. Shawn hand yank me back by my ponytail as he watches me lick my thumb. I lick it as if it were a lollipop and keep my eyes on Shawn’s. He rolls his eyes back realsing my hair while he rubs his hands over his face.

“You’ll be the death of me Y/N” Shawn groans as he pulls at the end sod his hairs.

I let a smile take over knowing this wasn’t the time or place, but I couldn’t let a opportunity like this slip through my fingers.

“Say swear to god”

“Seriously?” Shawn groans while opening his eyes to me.

“Say it”

“I swear to god” I pull him in into a kiss without noting that his is slowly lifting me up. As the kiss continues a sudden pain is felt as Shawn thrust into me unexpectedly. I whimper into the kiss as the sudden penetration which halts the kiss. My head lays tucked near his neck as he lifts my legs onto the couch. I lost hum as the move at send a pleasure through my body as his erection slowly moves thrusts in me. A hand comes to my throat and gives a gentle squeeze while the other travels down my body leaving a path of goosebumps. The warmth of his touch adds a much needed arousal to my aching clit. The anticipation is killing me inside as Shawn traces my hip bones before making their way to my throbbing clit.

“So precious and only for me” he grins as his fingers open up my folds to gain contact with my clit. As soon as his fingers rub my clit I’m a withering mess on his lap. My eyes roll back as I desperately try to add friction and bounce myself on his erect member. I won’t last not like this. My legs are giving out on me, I’m so close and need a release.

“Stay open for me baby” Shawn growls into my ear as he has a tight hold around my neck. My moans arms muffled as he squeezes my throat to send me closer to the edge. His lips are on my leaving a dark mark that will be hard to hide tomorrow.

“So close Shawn!” I scream out as I few the heat building up in my abdomen. His breath is cold against my heated skin. There is a new sensation and I see Shawn thrusting his hips up in a taping pace without removing his assaults on my throbbing clit. My legs keep threading to close on me and Shawns separations then again. It’s like a small battle which I losing. Small sobs escape my lips as his fingers start to flick my clit over and over again. This could be a punishment and it would matter because anything he does is with care and love.

“Shhh.. it’s okay princess. Just let go-ahhh” I interpret Shawn as my orgasm washes over my sweat covered body. My abdomen muscles clench and I clench at the force of my orgasm. Shawn’s halts his thrusts and slowly rubs my clit to ride out my high. It feels like pure bliss, but the moment soon diminishes in thin air. Shawn expertly turned me over so I did a full circle on his erect member. Our chests touch and my hands place themselves on his shoulders. His hands trace down towards my waist he slowly moves me in a riding motion in.

“So precious, and I can’t get enough of you” I hum as I watch sweat run down his forehead. His lips part and soft grunts leave his mouth. Shawn’s neck vain is prominent as he moves my hips faster on his lap. His hands hold onto my hips harder surely to leave bruises. His abs clench together signaling his close, and watching him become out of breath throws me over the edge once again.

“Fuck!” Shawn groans outs as he halts my movements bucking his hips up uncontrollably as he orgasm washes over him. My head falls onto his sweat covered shoulder and I bite down on it as Shawn’s fingers place themselves once more in my sensitive clit. I whimper and whine as he starts to rub harder and faster.

“It’s okay baby…. just one more. I know you can give me one more, can’t you?” He whispers in my ear before trailing his lips down my neck. I hesitantly nod and before I know it my third orgasm washes over my body blurring my vision. My chest heaves up and down with the overstimulation. Shawn hands wrap around me and pull into his flushed body to try and calm me down. Tears fall down my cheeks when he rubs my back in soothing circles.

“I’m so sorry baby” he says over and over again as I shake my head against his neck.

“Don’t be Shawn” I tell him knowing that I could have used the safe word, but I haven’t felt this close to him in so long. There’s a loud knock on the door startling us both as we jump and try to dress ourselves. The knob on the handle moves and loud banging comes with it. Shawn runs to the door and opens it and sees Andrew with Geoff on the other side. So glad we locked the studio door, but they will never let me come along to one of Shawn’s studio sessions again.

“Hey” I come up behind Shawn and look at Andrew and Geoff then back at Shawn. Andrew looks at me and then Shawn as do I. My eyes go wide as I spot the bite mark I left on his shoulder. I smack Shawn repeatedly which cause him to look down at me. I forgot he wore a muscle tee today to the studio.

“Umm… Shawn you have a little something right here” Geoff points to Shawn’s shoulder and he touches it and hisses in pain. I look down in embarrassment as Andrew sends Shawn a glare. Geoff tries to stifle his laugh as Andrew pulls Shawn into the hallway to talk.

“You know I’m never going to let you guys live his down right?” Geoff tells me as he looks through Shawn’s prompts for new songs. He hums in appreciation as he lands on one. I look over his shoulder to read it “birth of desire.” My cheeks redden knowing there’s more to the title. The door opens and Andrew comes in with Shawn who looks irritated and embarrassed.

“Well we’ll let you get back to work Shawn and we mean the lyrics portion” Andrew comments leaving the rooms before Shawn has the chance to throw a pillow at him for is comment. Shawn sits down on the couch and rubs his face.

“So how are my chances for coming to another studio session?” I ask him while placing my head on his shoulder. He looks down at me and shakes his head before laughing.

“Andrew said ‘this is your last chance Shawn or we are only going to have songs related to sex’ but he’s not wrong” Shawn finishes causing me to send him a playful glare. I give him a kiss before pointing at his journal to continue writing lyrics for SM3. He groans before taking the journal and flipping through the pages to continue writing. He sends me his famous smile which causes me to my heart to flutter and butterflies to erupt in my stomach.

anonymous asked:

Could I get some more of vampire Darkmark? What if Dark had to turn Mark to save him?

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen, how either of them had wanted it to go.

Bars and clubs seemed to be bad news for them. Dark didn’t know how it had happened, how he had allowed it to happen, but Mark’s drink had been switched. Instead of the non-alcoholic drink he had ordered, he had spent the night drinking alcohol. Neither he nor the vampire had been any the wiser until they had been on the way home and Mark had collapsed.

The vampire had never moved so fast.

The hospital was busy but he had Mark seen too immediately, and it wasn’t good news. Condolences followed, along with a murmur of getting the family in as quickly as possible but Dark refused to accept it. He was not going to let Mark die, no matter what.

“Let me help you.” He whispered, kneeling on Mark’s bed as he kept the nurses and doctor at bay.

“No.” Mark whispered, “Not like that. Y-you couldn’t d-drink from me.” His teeth were chattering and his speech was slurred but Dark understood him perfectly.

“I won’t be able to drink from you if you’re dead either.” He snapped. They didn’t have time to argue this, soon Mark wouldn’t even be strong enough for the transformation.

“You only l-love me f-for my blood.” Mark coughed.

It was extremely hard not to throttle Mark then.

“I’m a vampire, not heartless.” He spat. “Mark I have the tools to save you, and I can’t see you die but…if you don’t wish me to I won’t force you.”

Mark was quiet for a long time, eyes closed and Dark was beginning to think he had fallen asleep when his voice broke the silence.

“Please.”

Dark’s lips immediately went to his neck, right over the binding mark and sank his teeth in. Despite his weak state, Mark arched under him, fingers grabbed Dark’s lapels for purchase. This bite was different, painful, but Dark soothed him gently with a hand through his hair, only breaking away to kiss Mark’s lips and swallow his whimpers.

It was a miracle recovery they said. Mark’s body couldn’t process alcohol, by all rights he should have died, but he only grew stronger. His family came, already fearing the worst, but Mark was discharged after a week.

Everyone noticed the change. The pale skin, shining eyes, strength and how he had to be invited everywhere. It was hardest for Dark, changing to synthetic blood because no one’s blood tasted like Mark’s. But Mark was alive and kicking. A strong, eternal vampire to stay forever by Dark’s side, so the loss of his blood was worth it in the end.

That’s two for Reg, so I guess I should try it. Especially school Reg with Severus. Reg gets the dark mark in 6th year so that drama…

Pansy I’ve never really thought, the only times I’ve seen her portrayed she’s very mean girls and that scared me off. Do you have any head canons about her :D @sternbeere

As for Narcissa, that would be interesting and it means a lot getting suggested it. I am kinda dark and I often second guess myself if I can pull off lighter colors. I’m my own worst critic I know.

Thanks ❤️❤️❤️❤️

loki-isnt-so-lucky  asked:

can i hear ur shipping hcs like angst or fluff or angst and fluff :D btw dark is damian mark even said so

well he IS but he also ISN’T Damien??? Damien did kinda fuse with Celine to become Darkiplier, but only their worst traits became a part of Dark, so Damien and Celine are gone. He explained this in the stream..!!

BUT YES HERE’S SOME COLONEL/DAMIEN HCS:

  • While on adventures Colonel would write letters to Damien and send him photographs of what he was doing!!! A lot of the letters were incredibly lovey dovey
  • As children Damien was a goodie-two-shoes, but Colonel was a huge prankster. Colonel often managed to talk Damien into pulling pranks on Mark and his buds with him
  • Colonel is taller than Damien so he can just lift him up in the air and spin him around
  • Colonel has a buncha nicknames for Damien! “Dames” is probably Damien’s favorite one
  • Colonel knows a lot about flowers and their meanings. He’d give Damien a bouquet of flowers that meant things like “Love” “Good fortune” “Long lasting relationships” etc.
  • Damien went through A LOT of stress while running for mayor, and Colonel was often there to comfort him.

“Potter, what is that?” Draco asks with urgency, his chest constricting in pain as he catches a glimpse of something dark coiling up Harry’s forearm.

Harry shoves his sleeve down and jumps up to meet Draco, his wand clattering to the floor. “Nothing. How did you find – “

“Show me.”

“I don’t – “

“Show me. Now.” Draco demands. He can’t believe this is happening. As if it isn’t horrible enough seeing it on his own arm every day.

Harry pulls up his sleeve slowly to reveal it – The Dark Mark – etched into his flesh. Draco holds back a gag.

“It’s not what you think,” Harry says.

Draco’s eyes dart between the mark and Harry’s face. “It’s – how did – why?”

“I wanted to practice removing it,” Harry says slowly, his meaning clear. It only makes Draco angrier.

“So you gave yourself a Dark Mark? You reckless idiot. What if you can’t remove it? Did you even think about that before you – “ Draco stops himself. Of course he didn’t. He’s Harry fucking Potter. Draco sighs and tries to calm himself. He’s not responsible for Harry’s idiotic antics. “How did you even manage to replicate it?” He asks, his voice measured.

Harry smiles weakly. “Well, a fragment of Voldemort’s soul was inside me for most of my life and his magic left a pretty big trace. I just… accessed it.”

Once again Draco holds back a gag. The thought of Voldemort’s magic, so dark, so cruel, inside of Harry Potter, the Gryffindor Saint, is too much. It’s horrifying.

Draco takes a breath and asks Harry the question he already knows the answer to: “Why do you need to know how to remove a Dark Mark?” He needs to hear the idiot say it.

Sure enough: “So I can remove yours.”

Draco grits his teeth. He’s furious that Harry has put himself in danger for him. Again. “You don’t owe me anything, Potter.”

“I know,” Harry says. But he doesn’t.

“You can’t just go around saving people all the time!” Draco’s raised voice echoes throughout the room.

“Why not?”

“Not everyone wants to be saved,” Draco points out. He doesn’t want Harry risking anything for him. How could he ask that of anyone, after all that he’s done?

“You don’t want the mark removed?” Harry questions, his eyes falling down to Draco’s left arm.

Draco’s mark is covered but he tugs on his sleeve regardless. “It reminds me of who I am.”

Harry frowns. “That’s exactly why you need it removed. That’s not who you are, Draco.”

Draco blanches, surprised at the use of his first name and Harry quickly corrects himself. “I mean Malfoy.”

Draco lets his eyes fall back down to Harry’s mark, taking in the harsh lines of the coiling snake and skull, and the red raw skin beneath. He shudders. “Looks like you haven’t had much success anyway,” he says as casually as he can manage. But inside, his heart is tight. Because now Harry will have to live with the Dark Mark the rest of his life. Just like Draco, he’ll be forced to carry the weight of the inescapable dark magic within his skin, forced to feel it crawling through his veins, through his every spell, with no relief and no hope of salvation.

“I’m getting close. Before you came in, I could feel it moving.” Harry retrieves his wand from the floor and points it at his Dark Mark, eyebrows tightening in concentration.

“Go on, then. No other Wizard has been able to do it, but I’m sure even a Dark Mark will be no match for the great Harry Pot – oh.” Draco’s knees buckle. “Oh.”

Against all logic, Harry removes the Dark Mark as if it is nothing more than a muggle tattoo. The head of the snake recoils into a rapidly shrinking skull until all that is left is smooth, untainted skin.

Malfoy yanks up his sleeve and holds out his arm to Harry. Despite all his protesting, he wants to be saved. More than anything.

Harry’s hand wraps under Draco’s arm holding it in place and he raises his wand. Draco screws up his eyes in anticipation - he cannot bear to witness the removal in case it doesn’t work properly. What if his Dark Mark is worse than Harry’s, having come from Voldemort himself? What if – Oh.

Draco doesn’t need to see it happen because he feels it. He feels the darkness extracted from his body, feels strength returning to his limbs. And he feels light. Lighter than he can ever remember. As if he might just float away. He opens his eyes and stares down at his clear, unmarked skin.

There’s a sense of twisted deja vu when Draco looks up from his arm. He remembers looking up into Voldemort’s eyes after he was given the mark, and feeling colder than he’s ever felt before. But now when he looks up into his saviour’s eyes, into Harry Potter eyes, it’s warmth he feels, from the smooth skin on his forearm to the centre of his heart.

He blinks back his tears. “Thank you.” They’re the same words he was forced to say to Voldemort but their meaning couldn’t be any more different this time. Voldemort had stolen his life, and Harry Potter had just restored it.

Darkiplier’s Manipulation is Rather Easy to Spot

I was rewatching “A Date With Markiplier” and going down the first route I did (which got the Chocolate Ending), and I noticed something. I’m not sure whether or not this was intentional, but I think it’s a nice detail.

Dark always acts more serious than Mark, and it’s actually a pretty big sign of Dark’s manipulation. Just listen to the dialogue that both Marks are saying when you have to shoot one of them at the end of the “FREEDOM” video.

Left (Mark): Shoot him! Shoot him now! You don’t have much time. He’s going to kill everybody! …What’re you talk–? Wh-Why are you even debating this?! Shoot him! Shoot him now! He’s Dark, I’m Mark! You have to trust me, not him! He’s a liar! He’s weird, he’s got weird eyes and all that stuff… Don’t trust him at all! Please, shoot him, now!

Right (Dark): Shoot him! Shoot him, now please! Shoot him right now, please. Shoot him. He needs to die. He is Dark, he’s a bad influence. He takes over everything that you ever loved! Please, shoot him right now! Don’t listen to him. He’s a liar. Please shoot him! He is a bad man, and does bad things to good people. You have to trust me…

Mark has said that Dark is a social manipulator, so Dark wants it to seem like he genuinely cares about you by trying to point out how “Dark” is bad and he needs to die, for your safety of course. Dark also seems a lot more… troubled about the situation, I guess you could say. He’s a pretty good actor, but listen to Mark. Even when trying to convince you to shoot someone, he finds it fit to mention that the other is “weird” and “has weird eyes, and all that stuff…” He also actually mentions you in a way other than saying, “Shoot him!”, which I believe shows he’s actually paying attention to you while Dark isn’t. All this seems rather awkward, compared to the relatively charismatic spiel Dark is giving about the other being a truly bad person, at least. It just seems overdone in analyzation. When you look into it, our awkward goofball is rather easy to spot between the pair.

It’s also interesting to note that in this, Mark seems more concerned about the fact Dark’s going to kill others and use you, while Dark is only concerned that you kill Mark so he can take control. When I did this the first time, I was only watching the movements and saw that Dark was on the left before you looked down, and that the Mark on the right (actually Dark) took off the caution tape, which supposedly “Mark” was wearing when he came in (bless Tyler he barely fit into that suit). Thus, I shot the wrong Mark and doomed myself to eternal damnation with the demon Darkiplier.

Also, as stated in one of the charity livestreams, Dark doesn’t have a shadow. The video annotations popped up before I could even fathom to check something like that that, so
 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ oops. Sorry, Mark.

I believe there’s enough stuff there for evidence, but under the cut I go through the actions of the Chocolate and Vanilla endings that show these behaviours as well, as well as a brief mention of Markiplier TV. (I didn’t want this post to appear too long). If you’re interested, I will see you under the cut!

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Draco was 11 the first time he met Harry Potter. Inside a robe shop before he even knew who the boy in ratty, oversized clothing even really was. Where he unknowingly enforced a stereotype that shaped that boys whole life. On a train where he followed his father’s rule and looked down on anyone deemed less than him. Where he felt the sharp sting of rejection for the first time.


Draco was 12 when he realizes his father might not always be right. That those he was always told were less and unworthy might not be as dirty and undeserving as he’d come to believe they were. When he had stuck a torn out page from a book in Hermione Granger’s cold, frozen hand, hoping that someone, anyone, would find it and put an end to the muggleborns being petrified.


Draco is 13 when he realizes the consequences of his words. When he was powerless to do anything but sit back and pretend that it was what he had wanted all along, that getting a hippogriff sentenced to death was something he was proud of. That getting a broken nose by a girl wasn’t something he deserved. Pretending that the hippogriff suddenly going missing wasn’t something he was grateful or happy for.


Draco was 14 when his life changed forever. When Cedric Diggory died and the Dark Lord was suddenly living in his home. When he had to watch a teacher show them unforgivables and found himself sickened to his core. When he met Viktor Krum and realized he wasn’t as straight as he was supposed to be. When he realized he didn’t have a choice about his future.


Draco was 15 when he realized his father was not someone he wanted to look up to, was not someone he wanted to be around. Was not someone he wanted to turn into. When he met his relatives who had been in prison his whole life, who were now also suddenly living in his house. When, for the first time, he was terrified to leave his room. When all he wanted was an out, but none came.


Draco was 16 when he had the dark mark branded into his arm forever. When he found that long sleeves were his new best friend. When he got tasted with an impossible job from the Dark Lord and he was guaranteed to fail. When Harry Potter slashed him open inside a bathroom and he threw up in the next morning when he had found himself awake and alive in the hospital wing.


Draco was 17 when he had lost hope. When he was forced to torture his classmates and attend death eater raids. When Harry Potter was missing and no one knew where he was or what he was doing. When that same boy was suddenly captured and brought to the Manor. Where he lied and watched the boy’s best friend get tortured. When he was almost killed in a fire until his rival saved him at the last minute. When Harry Potter killed the Dark Lord and there was a small flicker of hope in his heart.


Draco was 18 when things finally seemed to take a change for the better. When he was pardoned for his role in the war by the Savior. When he had made amends with Harry Potter. When he went back to Hogwarts to redo his final year. When he was left alone and he finally got the chance to breath. When suddenly found himself friends with Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley.


Draco was 19 when he finally felt at peace. With an acceptance letter for healer training and a promise of forever with Harry. When he had finally felt the sweet embrace of acceptance and love. When he knew that everything would be okay after all.