"Come on Draco, flip her onto her back, take her hard," Theo commanded as though he could be heard. Amazingly, Draco did as he was told, flipping Hermione onto the couch, holding her hands above her head as he drove into her. Draco’s skin was pristine, most of the scars from his father in his youth faded to nothing. Theo wanted to put new marks on him, marks that were from him. He thought of how he had wanted to tattoo Cedric, but had always stopped himself. If he got ahold of these two, nothing would stop him marking them as his.