No Golden Girl, don’t take you away from me.
I have so little that is my own anymore and you are one of them. Mine. I’ve owned you since the Department of Mysteries. Since I laid my claim on you. It had not intended to be as such. I meant to kill you. Then you survived. That fascinated me. You, a mudblood and you survive one of my curses? Who are you after all, Meelaya? YOU fascinate me.
I came, in the night to see you. To see how close to death you were. How surprised was I to find you alive and mending and that I had left a mark. Seeing the purple scar curl beneath your beast left an impression on me. Do not worry my dear, I did not disrespect you. I am many things but a rapist I am not.
It did not stop my mind. Knowing I had marked you with my purple flames ignited new feelings within me. Protection, Possession. I want to own you completely, make you mine in every way I can. You entered my bloodstream the night I marked you and I am still burning. If you give me your submission, I will forever care for you. You give me your everything and I will give you the world.
But you stare at me, determination in your beautiful eyes. I cannot move to stop you, fight you, make you submit to me. I can only watch as you step closer to me. I see the fire in your eyes that has long haunted my dreams. You are old enough now to become mine. I’ve been patient for you. All for you, Meelaya. Before the word is out my mind grows fuzzy. I lose sight of you while the wound in my memories is healed.
When I wake up, I’m in a coffee shop with Rowle. Why were we here? I can’t remember. The place looks like a fight had occurred, and voices outside are starting to grow louder, coming around the counter, I grab a hold of an unconscious Rowle and apperate ourselves back to Malfoy Manor to figure out what happened.