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Always Mine	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11545 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I could feel the Dark Lord's anger, as I had for months now, rearing up inside me. Ever since I had left the Manor it had been there, this seething, burning fire threatening to tear me apart. There were times that my Occlumency had not been enough and I felt as though I were losing myself and becoming him. It was those times I had to work my hardest to keep my whereabouts secret, to force myself not to think about Hermione, to remember that I had to stay focused if I were to get rid of him for good.
Now was one of these times. My vision was growing black and I knew he was trying to look through me, to see where I was as he had been doing for the last three months. Grunting, I had to grab the wall to stay upright and my vision wavered as mountains came into view, the very mountains I had tried to find shelter in on my way here. It had been too risky to try the cabinet again; without someone there to open the Room of Requirement, who knew where I'd end up. So, I had traveled on foot (mostly), hoping I could Apparate to random places and let him see to throw him off. But it didn't work; he always seemed to know where I was going.
His fury that last time had been enough to force me to my knees, to stop me long enough for the Death Eaters to find me…for Greyback to grab me…to feel the fire as his claws sliced into my face while I struggled, my vision wavering between two worlds… It had been close, but I forced him back, got away. I had to keep going. I was so close…
I'd found shelter in a cave near where I knew Hogwarts was and settled in, nursing my wounds, exhausted and terrified. I'd felt that blackness creeping up so I'd thought of Hermione, wondering what she was doing, if she was safe. I allowed my mind to drift to hers, tucking into it like going home. It was warm and safe there. She'd been dreaming of me, a projected image of my arms around her as we lay in bed laughing, soft moonlight creeping in through silk curtains. I'd smiled at this image, wondering what it would be like, sinking into the beauty of it until I'd lost control and let the Dark Lord back in, his eyes breaking through the dream and to my surroundings before I was able to sever the connection.
I knew she'd seen what he had and just as I predicted- not an hour later she was in the fucking snow searching for me, though I was long gone, tucked into the edge of the forest. I cursed her as she'd ambled along with Weasley, nearly gone to her when the Dementors had come, fallen to my knees when I saw the dragon burst from her wand, a dragon that looked identical to my Patronus…
When I'd felt him coming, I'd panicked. She was right where the Dark Lord had seen me and he was headed directly for her. Through my crippling fear I'd directed her away until finally she was safe, she was at the school gates.
The terror that had filled her at my aunt's voice matched my own. I remember screaming for her to retreat, running as fast as I could towards the Shrieking Shack when she didn't, trying to get to her, to save her.
But she didn't need me. Of course she didn't need me. That damn witch didn't need anyone. She'd survived more than I'd ever seen anyone survive and continued to sparkle with warmth and love and humility. Traits I sought to save when I felt her endless patience snap, when I felt that anger which filled me take her over, rip her under until she had uttered the one word I'd never imagined would fall from her lips.
I brought her back. I'd crumpled when she desisted, knowing it was my words which brought her the same salvation she brought me. My words which had soothed her, my love which had saved her.
I was ripped back to the present as the slick fingers of darkness clutched me, drawing me down. I thought of Hermione, brought her face to the fore of my mind, flushed and sated, lying beneath me, knowing that she was mine forever, that I was hers in a way no one else would ever be. I felt the dark falling back, the corridor around me coming back into view. I was forced to duck behind a suit of armor as a dark haired Ravenclaw girl ran passed me looking frantic. As she rounded the corner, I slipped into a lesser-known hallway behind a portrait of Merlin.
I could remember bringing Daphne Greengrass back here one day in our fifth year before class and pressing her against the wall, taking her while students scurried up and down the corridor outside, hurrying to class. I could remember exactly how she'd moaned and writhed against me, my hand against her mouth to muffle the sound as I still hadn't mastered a Silencing Charm. I recalled thinking that I wished it was Hermione beneath me…she could do a Silencing Charm already; I'd heard Professor Flitwick boasting about it to Professor McGonagall.
I had come so hard then thinking about riotous brown curls rather than the blonde before me that I'd bruised Greengrass' cheeks where I'd been holding her. Disgusted by the girl before me, I had thrown her a monogrammed handkerchief and taken my leave, shoving a first year across the hall as I emerged.
I had hated myself then and I hated myself now, but for very different reasons. Back then I'd hated myself for wanting a Mudblood, for not being able to get the dirty chit out of my head. Now I hated myself for the prick I had been in an attempt to keep up an image. There was so much I wished I could take back…maybe, if things had been different…maybe I could have had Hermione under me then instead of the Greengrass slut.
Could I have changed, could I have made myself the man she deserved then? I knew the answer was no. At fifteen I had still thought I owned everything, that my family was at the top of the world, honored by the Dark Lord as being his most faithful followers. When he ruled we would have everything we'd ever wanted…
I sickened myself. How could I have been so blind, how could I have thought that what we were doing was right, that Muggle-borns didn't deserve the same as the Purebloods? I had loved Hermione even then and it still hadn't been enough, blinded as I was by my lust for power and privilege. Why didn't I open my eyes sooner? So much could have been different…
The familiar pain took me by surprise and I cried out, hitting the floor, the fire raging through my stomach and out, burning through me, a thousand times worse than the Cruciatus Curse. It had been getting harder and harder to throw off these pains which came more and more as I continued to dwell on my wasted life.
Think of Hermione, remember the way her face lit up when she saw you in the Room of Requirement, remember…she loves you…
The flames dulled, the throbbing pain easing enough to let me breathe. I couldn't stand this anymore. I had to get to Potter; I knew he would do what needed to be done. He alone would understand, he alone could destroy the Dark Lord. And he alone would destroy me.
I stood weakly, having to use the wall for support. I could remember Hermione's arms around me, holding me as the pain had torn through me. I had always hurt more when she was around. A guilty conscious, no doubt. Why hadn't I cherished every second as I should have? Why hadn't I told her then that I loved her, that she was my everything? Why had I so stubbornly pushed her away?
But I knew I had done the right thing, no matter how much it had hurt me then and now. She would not spend her life dreaming for "could-have-beens," pining after her first love, the only man who would ever understand her and love her the way she needed. Instead, she would be angry for a while that she had given her heart to someone who felt nothing for her. Then she would move on, find someone who was deserving of her love.
I had tried so desperately to scare her away; my despicable behavior had disgusted me, even when I knew it was the right thing. But she was made of stronger stuff than I'd anticipated and I was much weaker than I had hoped. Just her vicinity had been enough to make me snap, to make me need her so bad I had to taste her, just to know she was there, she was real. And her response, so perfect, so willing, eager even…it had been more than I could take. Every moment spent in her presence after that first kiss had been exquisite torture.
She was so stubborn, so fucking stubborn and cared far too much. I could remember her sitting in front of my door talking to me, just talking, that mouth always moving, always spouting words of comfort and compassion. How many times had she said those words that had always lifted my heart? "You're not alone." And I wasn't. I had her. I had her after everything I'd done, after everything I'd been through. I still had her. She had always been mine, even if she didn't know it.
It could still make me smile to remember her tackling me and dragging me to the bathroom to get a shower. I had been silently thankful; the smell was starting to bother even me, but I had hoped it would keep her at bay. I should have known that nothing would ever stop Hermione Granger when she set her mind to it.
Just as nothing should be stopping me now. I knew I was stalling. I was scared, I could admit. I didn't want to die. I wanted to live, to see where I could take Hermione, to see how happy I could make her. I wanted to wake up every morning and watch the light explode over her mahogany hair, making all the golden strands within it glisten and to reach my hand up into it, feel the warmth, the softness. To draw my hand over the shell of her ear, caress her smooth cheek, down her neck to her arm, watch her slowly rouse. I wanted to make love to her as the morning birds began their songs, to hear the sound of the ocean pounding the rocks outside as I buried myself inside her, as her arms drew around me. I wanted to be able to nuzzle her hair and kiss her neck, tell her those words I had never allowed myself to proclaim.
No. No, I needed to face up to the present. That was only a dream and I needed to face up to reality. The faster I did this the more prepared Potter and the others would be for when the Dark Lord came.
And so I ran through the halls of the castle I had taken for granted, knowing these would be the last walls I would see, these would be the last breaths I took. I could hear the sounds of children eating in the Great Hall; let that display of life wash over me, the light below like a beacon.
I had just reached the entrance hall when I felt it. The entire school shuddered and terrified screams erupted from the hall. I rushed forward and ripped open the oak front doors and my heart stilled at the sight.
My time was up. They were here.
I could hear the pounding feet of students rushing behind me and turned to see the entrance hall filling in the garish light from the dining room, every eye on me. Some screamed, others just gossiped amongst themselves as teachers tried to urge them back into the Great Hall. The school shook again and chaos reigned as children fell over each other, grabbing friends and looking up at the ceiling crumbling over their heads, fearing it might fall.
"Silence!" McGonagall's magically magnified voice rang out over the shouts of children. "Everyone back into the Great Hall now! Take a seat at your house table and wait for instruction!"
"Isn't that Draco Malfoy?"
"Malfoy? Here?"
"Yeah, he's over there, I just saw him!"
Cursing, I slunk down and crept toward the door to the kitchens but chanced a glance up when I felt eyes on my back. Potter was striding through the crowd, obviously having heard the conversion of the younger Slytherins who had recognized me. I straightened and nodded toward the door, slipping through before I could cause any more of a commotion.
My heart was pounding as I waited for Potter to join me. This was it. As soon as I told him what I had become…
The castle shuddered again and I was forced to grab the wall to keep from falling over. Potter ripped open the door and strode in.
"You," he accused, his face more hardened than I'd ever seen it. "So, you did sneak in."
A bit obvious at this point, wasn't it? I bit my tongue against the crass remark, however, knowing there was no point in arguing. "Potter, listen to me, we don't have much time. They're here-"
"Wait, you mean Voldemort-"
I flinched at the name as if he'd brandished a lash. I'd always hated how he and Hermione could say the name so carelessly. "Yes, they're outside and we don't have much time. You have to help me-"
"I know what you're going to ask me," Potter said, stalling me. "But I can't do it. Malfoy, look. I know we haven't always been on the best terms-" I snorted at this severe understatement. "-but Hermione is one of my best friends. She's like my sister. And I can't let you do this. She loves you, you can't give up. We both know her; she'll find a way-"
"Potter, I don't think you fully comprehend the situation here!" I thundered as the school rumbled around us and sounds of teachers running through the hall met our ears. "They are here, and the Dark Lord will not leave until retrieves me! Once he has me he will never let me out of his sight. You will never find me, he will take me over, make me into his puppet. I can't fight him off much longer; I can't hold him off forever. Please, Potter," I begged him. "You have to do this. It is the only way to end this. You have to kill me. I know you know where the sword is, you know how to destroy them. If you want to kill the Dark Lord, you have to kill me first."
I could see the indecision in his eyes. I knew he was the one who had to kill the Dark Lord, he knew it as well. I could see the war behind his eyes between his loyalty to his friend and his duty to the world.
"Malfoy…"
"Potter, why are we arguing about this?" I snapped. "You hate me, I'm Death Eater scum. I hurt your best friend, I'm the reason Dumbledore is dead, I'm the reason Snape is dead! I've killed innocent people; I've hurt you and your friends for years! And now I am handing you a chance to take me out, me and the last Horcrux, and you're debating?"
"That was all a long time ago!" Potter yelled as we both braced ourselves against another blow to the school's barricades.
"A few months is hardly a long time!"
He eyed me. "I know the shit you've been through, I know what you've been forced to do. I don't blame you, Malfoy. I don't know that I would have done differently in your place. I can't imagine what it's taken for you to come to me, to ask this of me. But I can't just kill you."
BOOM!
I caught Potter's arm before he stumbled into me and yanked him up, shoving him against the wall while dust and pieces of stone fell around us. Screaming filled the hall outside, shouts of "They're in! They're in! Get back!" ringing like a death sentence. I turned my hard eyes to the raven-haired man before me.
"How about now?"
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