The day Draco Malfoy fell in love with Harry Potter or the day he realized he was in love with him was not the happy day you think it would be it happens to be the day he got his dark mark
It was the first week of the Summer holiday in between his 5th, and 6th, year at, Hogwarts he was only home for two days and he was already bored so he was in his room doing his Summer homework to have something to do when one of the house elves, knocked on his door telling him that his parents were requesting his presence in the parlor in an hour and to be presentable they were expecting very important visitors
like he was ever not presentable he thought to himself so with a deep sigh he got up from his desk and decided to take a shower.
When Draco finished taking his shower he put a towel around his waist. He grabbed his blow dryer and started to dry his hair. After a few minutes, his hair was now dry and very mangled. ‘My hair looks like Pottah’s!’ Draco thought with a small smile that he refused to acknowledge. He grabbed a comb and brushed through his hair slowly. He noticed that his hair was super tangled and that he needed to grab something to help detangle it. Draco reached over to one of the shelves in his bathroom and grabbed some detangler spray and sprayed a little in his hair. He then went back to combing through it. ‘I doubt that Pottah’s hair would ever be able to detangle like mine.’ Draco thought, his smile not going away.
After a while, he was done combing his hair as well as styling it. He then walked out of his bathroom and into his walk-in closet. ‘What outfit should I wear? Oh! I know!’ Draco thought before changing into a black button-up, and an emerald green tie paired with it, a nice pair of black dress pants, and add a black blazer with a pair of nice black dress shoes. He looked in the mirror. ‘Is the blazer too much?’ he wondered. He tried taking the Blazer off to see how that looked. ‘It looks better without the blazer.’ He thought putting the blazer back in its place. after He took one more look at himself and his outfit in the mirror. Touching his tie he thought ‘this is the same color as Pottah’s eyes.’ Draco smiled again, but he then soon remembered why he had been getting all dressed up and his smile dropped. He then walked out of his closet and walked out of his room. He soon arrived in the parlor where he saw his mother, father, Snape, Bellatrix, Scabior, Greyback, and Voldemort.
When Draco had noticed Voldemort’s presence he had thought about Harry and how he has been hunted by this man his whole life. Draco thought about how scary that must be. He then started thinking about how much pressure has been constantly put on him since his first day in the wizarding, world. Draco made eye contact with Voldemort, his eyes were as red as a demon straight from the pits of hell, his body as thin and fragile-looking as paper. The fact that the dark lord didn’t have a nose didn’t sit right with Draco, but he said nothing about it to not get himself or either of his parents killed.
“Good evening Lord Voldemort, mother, father, aunt Bella, Professor Snape, gentleman,” Draco said politely and walked to be standing next to his parents.
“Today is the day, son,” Lucius said with a bit of sadness in his tone. Putting his hand on his shoulder
“Oh,” Draco said very monotony.
“Come here, boy,” Voldemort said, gesturing for Draco to come over to him. Draco did as told, and walked over to where Voldemort was sitting. “Give me your left arm.”
“Yes my Lord,” Draco said, rolling up his left sleeve and giving Voldemort his arm.
Voldemort put his cold bonny hand on Draco's arm. The dark lord then grabbed his wand and slowly put the tip of it on Draco’s arm. Before he put the mark on Draco he decided to read his mind. He doesn’t not like the way the boy looks at him.
“Legilimency,” Voldemort said, casting the spell that made it so he could read Draco’s mind.
In Draco’s mind, there were only a few emotions and things going on. One of these things was a memory of Draco eyeing Harry in their third year. Another was when he jumped out of a tree to get Harry’s attention in their fourth year. The only emotions to be found were fear of Voldemort, and love for Harry.
“You will never be allowed to be with the one you love most!” Voldemort hissed, putting the dark mark onto Draco’s left inner forearm. After a moment Draco realized what Voldemort meant by that.
“May I leave now?” Draco asked in the calmest tone he could.
“Yes,” Voldemort said, sending Draco off to his room.
When Draco got to his room he instantly curled into a ball on his bed and cried. “He’s right. Even if I wasn’t a death eater, Harry would never love me.” Draco sobbed.