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Trussed	By : ES_Hurr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13623 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The trio staggered into the hallway, coughing from the dust kicked up by the collapse of half of Draco’s room.

“Potter.” The blonde raised his silver eyes to his godfather.

“Likely.” Snape replied, showing no emotion.

“This is it, then.” Draco removed his cloak and wrapped it around a still trembling Hermione, pressing his wand into her hand.

She stared down at it with wide eyes, the magic flowing through her with electric euphoria.

“Get her to him.” He couldn't look at her before dashing back into his room, reemerging with the box that had been her cell a month ago.

“No.” She gripped the wand firmly, eyes hard.

“It's not for you.” Draco still avoided her gaze. “It's for mother.”

“Collect her and run.” Snape advised. “If the Dark Lord prevails, I will make sure he thinks you're both dead.”

“No.” The young wizard shook his head. “I'm done living in fear.” With that, he turned briskly, and Hermione stared after him, stomach fluttering with a feeling she couldn’t explain.

The Manor was wracked with another explosion and Snape grabbed her arm roughly. He said nothing as he dragged her in the opposite direction.

***

“The wards are down!” Susan’s Patronus bellowed above the Manor, and as she and the other cursebreakers stormed the grounds, Harry led his fleet of Order members down by broom.

Windows shattered by the glow of spells hurled at them, and witches and wizards alike zoomed through the openings left behind.

Harry and Luna entered the west wing, and dismounted simultaneously. They'd planned to be as close to the ballroom as possible, hoping to face Voldemort with lots of space for dueling.

Luna’s job was to secure Hermione at all costs, and according to Snape’s lay of the land, Draco’s quarters were nearby.

They stood in the hallway for a second and stared at each other, eyes locked in a silent conversation. Luna grasped the lapels of his jacket and pulled him into a kiss full of passion conveying the feeling that they were going to make it.

Harry watched her rush off with a sad expression, and then drew his wand, green eyes determined.

***

Draco stupefied his mother to be sure she wouldn't wake up from her potion induced slumber, and gently lowered her into the magical box. He closed it and gently tapped it with Narcissa’s wand, returning it to its small size.

He gently kissed the lid. “I will end this, mother,” he whispered the promise, and slipped the box into his pocket. He cast a sticking charm on it to keep it secure and hurried back out into the hallway, colliding with a mass of blonde waves.

“Oh, Draco,” Luna breathed softly as she stumbled backwards. “If Hermione safe?”

He was surprised by her lack of disgust towards him, finding her eyes genuine.

“Snape is taking her to Potter,” he said quickly, brushing past her. She jogged to keep up to him, a noise of disapproval falling from her lips.

“That is unwise,” she said between footfalls, “as Harry is going straight for Voldemort.”

Draco paled and picked up the pace. What had he been thinking? In his panic he'd figured that Potter would be his best bet, because he was closest to Hermione. But in this battle, he was also closest to the Dark Lord.

***

Snape shoved Hermione into the sitting room off of the main lobby as a throng of Death Eaters bustled by. He knew better than to find Potter; the boy would be right at the center of the battle. But he wasn't sure who to trust with her either, considering the spy in the Order hadn't been discovered to his knowledge.

“Why are we by the entrance?” Hermione demanded, fire creeping back into her voice. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, shoving her earlier despair at the hands of Crabbe and Goyle aside. “I need to get to Harry.”

“Potter will be very busy with the Dark Lord, stupid girl,” her old professor snapped, and she pursed her lips.

“And that's why I need to be there to fight,” she said firmly. He looked down at her, surprise flickering across his stoic expression for a millisecond.

“You'd be useless-”

“I'm NOT useless!” She shrieked, shoving at him with renewed anger. “You can't force me to leave my friends here to fight alone!” And she had a score to settle. The men who had hurt her the most were dead, but still remained the rest of the monsters who perpetuated the evil done there.

Snape growled, and peered back out into the hallway.

“Were you just going to run, you coward?” Hermione seethed, and he reared on her.

“You don't know anything,” he hissed, and strode into the main hall.

***

Harry burst into the ballroom, stupefying three Death Eaters in his wake. Even after all this time, he couldn't cast the killing curse on anyone but one, despite what these people had done to his world.

Others could do what they wished; the rest could be left to the ministry when it rose again.

“Harry Potter.” Voldemort sneered, standing amidst a throng of masked men and women. “You've finally accepted your fate.”

“I've accepted yours,” Harry said, and raised his wand as a group of Order members thundered in behind him.

***

Hermione followed the sounds of battle to the ballroom doors. They stood wide open, flashes of coloured light illuminating the dust in the hallway.

Snape was nowhere to be found, and she wasn't sure if he was already inside or had fled. She looked down at the hawthorn wand in her hand. Draco’s wand. He had given her his wand.

“Hermione!”

She looked up to see Draco at the far end of the hallway, silver eyes wide with panic. She noted he held a wand in his hand, likely Narcissa’s, and felt a calm settle over her.

Then she ran into the ballroom.
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