You'd seen him a few times before, sulking at his father's side like a spoiled child during Death Eater meetings and at high-class events. It never seemed like he cared for anything aside from his status, yet something was always off.

Those dull grey eyes lit up every time they fell on you, like a puppy, and despite his best efforts to remain controlled and superior, you could see that way he toyed with his hair whenever he saw you enter the Death Eater meeting. It was almost pathetic, to watch such a proud boy crumble to a fumbling teenager from just simply being near you. You'd never thought he'd pull something, until you found yourself alone at the Malfoy Manor dining room table, his hands firmly grasping your wrist whilst he peels your sleeve up your arm.

"So you've gotten the Dark Mark? Did it-" The ink starts to blossom as the silk of your sleeve rises, "Hurt?

The look in his eyes was somewhat a swirling mixture of reverence at the sight of your skin and well-placed fear of the implications the slithering snake spewing out of the mouth if the skull had.