Novel & Cerita Draco Malfoy Tattoo

The large tattoo of a black bird etched on his chest as he lay on the floor bare and cold that day made her heart ache the most. It was shortly after her sixteenth birthday that Draco got the tattoo, right over his heart. The image of a Raven, the bird she was named after. He never admitted to anyone why he got the tattoo or what it meant but he didn’t really need to, it was clear for everyone to see— He marked his heart with her name. What else could it mean? She sighs and rolls out of her bed, her eyes red, heavy and burning. She reaches underneath her bed and pulls out a small box.

Draco admitted truthfully. "What's your name, little one?" Draco asked him. "Finn," Finlay said pointing his finger at himself as he looked at Draco with keen interest. Little toddler's eyes zeroed at Draco's tattoos and he watched them with sheer curiosity. Draco watched as the kid let his guard down and gaped at his inky skin. "You can touch if you want," He murmured and the kid looked at him but didn't make any move. Draco gave him a small reassuring smile which caused his eyes to widen and he slowly yet hesitantly stepped closer before lightly poking the ink on his arm.

Before I could recover from the state he put me in, and cover myself, Draco's hands wrapped around my throat and he pinned me to the bed, and surprisingly he didn't apply pressure. Before I could open my mouth to speak, he flipped me on my back, revealing the full tattoo. There, resting along the dip of my waist where my spine met my tailbone, was the tattoo. Thin black vines stretched across my lower back like sharp, broken wings, spreading from one side to the other. The lines branched out like small veins, meeting at the center of my back. Right above my tailbone sat a small flower, simple but clear, petals opening gently between the dark lines.