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Happy New Year's Eve, everyone! And to end off the decade, here's a more Dramione fluff (and some angst, just because). I hope your 2019 has been great, both on and off Wattpad. Here's to the new year, I'm very grateful to have you in 2020.

x Noelle

 

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Counter-spell for lumos.

IT TOOK EXACTLY seventeen minutes for Draco to return back to the house.

Hermione counted.

Theo was with him, and his normally snarky façade had crumbled into one of utter worry as he dragged Draco across the living room. "There's something wrong," he yelled, almost desperately, "look at his arm."

Hermione was next to Draco in a flash, relief surging through her as she pressed a brief kiss to his sweaty forehead. But then her eyes travelled down to his Dark Mark, and she gasped in horror. He was bleeding, actually bleeding, like someone had driven a sharp knife through his skin and carved around the edges of his Mark.

Andromeda took one look at Draco and immediately began to give out directions. "Theo, Blaise, put him on the table. Pansy, take Ginny and Luna with you and make sure they sleep off their injuries. Harry, I need you to find blood-replenishing potions, and tell Grus to make more. Hermione, stay with Draco."

The group scattered to do exactly as Andromeda ordered. Theo and Blaise moved Draco up on the kitchen table, then stepped back as Andromeda murmured an advanced healing spell under her breath.

"What took you two so long?" Blaise asked Theo.

"I couldn't find him," Theo explained. "Bloody git had himself covered with a Disillusionment charm, and I didn't dare use the Revealing spell because I didn't want any of the other Death-Eaters finding him before I did. Good thing he was bleeding because that was the only way I could track him down. I found him hiding behind those bushes that the six of you were stationed at originally, and he was in too much pain to apparate himself back."

"So he dragged himself all the way there?"

"Probably. I had to stun him before apparating because he was hexing every which way at any noise he heard," Theo shook his head, his eyebrows knitting when Draco's Dark Mark continued bleeding. "What the hell is that? What's wrong with his Mark?"

"It's never done this before. Our Marks have been inactive ever since we defected."

"Not his," whispered Hermione. Her eyes remained fixed on Draco as she healed his other wounds; her fingers shaking as she smoothed the frown on his face. "His has been jet black all this time."

"Not faded?"

"No, never."

"It's a very dark spell," Andromeda said at last, pulling back from him. Her face was wrought with worry as she looked at Draco. Looked at Hermione looking at Draco. She didn't know which of them she worried more for. "I don't know what it is, and I don't know how to fix it, but he won't stop bleeding. I suspect it'll keep bleeding for awhile until it eventually ebbs away, but till then, just keep feeding him blood-replenishing potions. He's been hit with the Cruciatus too – several times, in fact."