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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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The first thing that registered in my mind was a pair of brilliant green eyes behind black rimmed glasses.
The second was a sharp sting right above my bounding heart.
The third was a throbbing pain radiating throughout my body and…silence.
Holy shit.
I was alive.
I was alive and I couldn't hear anything except for my racing heart and Potter's labored breath. No voice, no taunting evil. I felt…light.
I had to clear my throat before I spoke, licking my dry lips. "Potter, is there a reason you are pressing a rather large sword into my chest?"
He didn't move immediately, just panted above me, sweat collecting at his temples, his weight pressed against Gryffindor's sword which just so happened to be placed directly above my heart. After a few tense moments he straightened, the sword falling to his side with a loud clang.
"Precaution," he croaked, swallowing.
"I'm going to presume since you are not rending me through that you believe the Horcrux is gone?" I asked from my position on the floor. My head was still aching and I wasn't altogether sure I could stand on my own. Thankfully Potter seemed to deduce this and lowered his hand to me which I took and he pulled me to my feet. I swayed as the room swam before me and I had to press the heel of my hand against my forehead as it swirled into place.
"Yeah, it's gone," he said breathlessly, keeping a cautionary hand on my shoulder which I was silently thankful for. "You alright?"
"That would be a debatable choice of words, but I suppose it will do seeing as I haven't joined my father on your hit list," I quipped as the headmistress's dark office came into view and the sounds of battle slowly filled my ears. Looking around it seemed the torches had gone out; the only light that of the moon flooding in through a large window. I noticed the dark stain on the floor at my feet and it only took me a moment to remember what it was.
"Hermione," I panicked, looking around for her, the room empty but for Potter and me.
"Neville took her to Madam Pomfrey," Potter explained, stilling me as I had made to search the office.
"Is she-"
"She's fine, I just didn't want her around in case I had to, you know…"
"Stab me? Yeah, thanks for that. I can't imagine she was overly cooperative with that decision?"
"Don't worry, Neville caught her when I Stunned her."
I chuckled and Potter grinned. A scream tore the amiable moment apart and we turned toward the open door, drawing our wands.
"Guess this is it," Potter said, seeming to steel himself. He turned to me and I saw his Adam's apple bob. He was pale in the moon-washed light. He held out a hand which trembled slightly. "Thanks for your help."
I nodded stiffly, taking it, shaking the hand of the man who was supposed to be my executioner. What could I say to him when I knew who he was going out there to fight?
"Do you think he knows?" I asked. Could the Dark Lord feel his soul being returned to his body?
"Only one way to find out."
We took off down the spiral staircase together, an impossible partnership. It seemed the fight had moved its way up and was now raging out into the corridor beyond. I threw my arm out to stop Potter and peeked through the entrance where the gargoyles had been blasted by a wayward curse. Weasley was shouting spells at Amycus Carrow, the blonde girl, Luna, was dueling Alecto further down the hall. Ginny Weasley was on the ground battling Rowle and Crabbe. I shot a Stunner at Crabbe and watched him drop, then slashed down Rowle as Ginny looked around for her defender. Weasley succeeded in tying up Amycus but hit the ground from a spell shot by someone down the hall I couldn't see. Ginny screamed for her brother and took on the fight with the unknown Death Eater.
"Potter, do you have your invisibility cloak?" I asked, holding him back as he made to get past me.
"What are you playing at, Malfoy?" he cried. "Let me through!"
I grabbed the front of his robes and spun him around, shoving him against the wall. "Potter, listen! This will only end once he's dead! You have a job to do! Leave this to me and go find the Dark Lord!"
His head snapped up when Ginny screamed again but hardened his jaw and nodded, digging the cloak out from an inside pocket and throwing it on.
"I'll create a diversion," I told him as he disappeared before my eyes. I wondered how many times he might have slipped passed me during school with that damn thing. "Do not tarry, I don't want to wait to see how many of his army comes to join the party."
With that, I leaned out the door and pointed my wand up the corridor away from the others and shouted "Reducto!" The explosion shook the entire hall and everyone still standing covered their heads and I felt Potter slip past me.
Ginny hit the floor before me and I shielded her from a curse. Rushing forward, I helped her up and dove into the fray. I saw Dolohov dueling with the prefect Weasley…Perry or something. I watched as he was hit by a spell and flew back, smashing into the wall, his horn-rimmed glasses flying off his face, blood dripping from his mouth. I moved in.
"Evening, Dolohov," I chimed, wand raised.
"You! You traitor!" he spat.
"Astute."
We battled, flinging curse after curse after curse at each other, my fury rising. Dolohov had always been a sick man, his twisted face always lighting in pleasure as he tortured. And I remembered him boasting that he'd injured "that Mudblood bitch" during the Ministry fiasco.
"This is for even thinking you could touch her!" I screamed, knowing he had no idea what I meant and not caring. The image of him standing over a young Hermione, torturing her, was more than I could bear. "Avada Kedavra!"
He dropped where he stood. I moved on.
The battle was endless. The Death Eaters brought in the Inferi, which I soon found out most of the Order had no clue how to fight as Inferi didn't react to normal spells. I struggled down to where they flooded the entrance hall and screamed at everyone to get back, creating a lasso of fire to catch a few and flinging them back onto the grounds. Others took my example and we were able to encase them in a cage of flames where they screamed as they burned, the smell of their rotting flesh filling the air to mingle with the shrieks of those still engaged in the fight.
I watched helplessly as four giants punched the walls and windows of the castle, reaching in to pull people out, not caring if they were Order members or otherwise, until they were finally beaten back by a group of dragons ridden by a handful of witches and wizards, a spectacular sight as I never seen tamed dragons before. One of them was manned by a red-haired man I could only assume was another Weasley. Intrigued as I was by the mystical sight, I paid the price of my stationary position and was hit with a rogue Impediment Jinx and thrown backwards, smashing into a piece of fallen mortar. Stunned, I watched the dragons circling overhead, watched how the riders worked them and was most fascinated until a shout caught my attention and I shook my head to clear it.
Shooting to my feet, I hurried back into the entrance hall and saw Longbottom dueling none other than my precious Aunt Bella. So, it seemed Hermione hadn't killed her. It was a shame, to be sure.
"Ooooh, Longbottom! You wish to join your parents, do you?" Bellatrix crooned. "Show me what you've got, boy!"
He dueled, fighting as I had never seen him before. Longbottom had always been the butt of jokes for his woeful wand-work; I was usually the one behind them. But he seemed to be filled with a sudden thirst for the fight. I stepped up and attempted to assist him but he shoved me aside.
"This is my fight!" he screamed and Aunt Bella hissed at my arrival.
"Draco! What are you doing?"
"What I should have done long ago," I grunted, nodding to the incised boy beside me. "Go on, Longbottom, finish her off."
"Incarcerous!"
Ropes lashed around a screaming Bellatrix and she hit the floor. Of course he wouldn't think to kill. He wasn't sick like me. Too bad for Aunt Bella, though, I had no intention of allowing her to remain breathing.
Stepping past Longbottom, I walked slowly up to her and gazed down at her twisted face. She looked sicker than I had ever seen her before. At least Hermione had done some damage. And to think, she had once been so beautiful. But evil had perverted her, as it had most Death Eaters.
"Draco! Untie me!" she sputtered, thrashing against her restraints.
"I don't think so, Aunt Bella." I saw Longbottom jerk at these words, realization dawning in his eyes.
"Draco, what are you doing?" she shrieked, spittle flying from her cracked lips. "You are ruining everything! Get back to the Manor where you belong!"
"This is where I belong," I said. And for the first time, I actually believed it. How could I have ever thought myself like this demented creature? "And you…you belong in hell. Goodbye, Aunt Bella."
Her eyes widened in fear. "Draco…"
"This is for Hermione," I grated out, anger pulsating through me. "Avada Kedavra!"
Her terrified eyes glazed over and her body slumped against her bonds. My heart squeezed for one infinitesimal moment as I recalled one cold December morning when she had slipped me forbidden sweets after my father had beat me for crashing my toy broom into mother's favorite lamp. But then the moment passed and I saw the hatred which failed to depart her dirty features even in death.
I straightened and turned to Longbottom who was ashen-faced. I clapped his shoulder. "You did well."
"Malfoy…I-I didn't realize she was your aunt…"
"Don't worry about it, Longbottom. Move on."
I took one last look at my deceased relative and made my way to the marble staircase, half of it had been blasted away, and began dueling Mulciber whose black eyes bulged with fury at my betrayal. As I moved in for the kill, I was stopped dead in my tracks.
"Voldemort is dead," Potter's voice boomed out, shaking dust from the broken ceiling, everyone around me stilling in their actions as well. "Surrender now or join your former master."
I felt like my chest had deflated. Could it be? Was it true? Was he really…dead? I looked around and everyone seemed to be wondering the same thing, wands trained on their opponents, the hall frozen in indecision.
That was until Potter strode in the front door, Levitating the Dark Lord's limp body and dropping it in the middle of the Entrance Hall.
Silence ensued, and then all around the clatter of wands rang through the air as they hit the stone, the Death Eaters surrendering, their opponents binding them. Mulciber glared at me before finally throwing his wand at my feet. I quickly tied the coward up and threw him to the nearest Auror before bounding down the steps, pushing through the growing crowd, stopping next to the still body of a man I had once called my master. Broken, motionless, his serpentine face still made my heart catch in fear.
Glancing up I caught Potter's eye from where he stood, dirty, tired, bleeding in several places. His face was rigid, his stature one of complete control. The knuckles of his right hand were white where they clutched his wand; his robes were billowing slightly by the glacial breeze sweeping the entrance hall from the broken front doors. His eyes were haunted, hard. Though small and skinny, I had never seen a more formidable man in my entire life. He was every inch the hero.
And at that moment, that silent moment in which everyone was still, floored by the events of the night, I caught Potter's gaze and realized why he had always been beloved by all.
Because he, Harry Potter, The Chosen One, had just single-handedly saved the world.
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