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Dances with wounded dragons	By : GiantMushroom Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16702 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione and Ron were startled by loud noises coming from the hallways. They both got up, grasping their wands firmly in their hands. Suddenly, Neville came bursting in. He was patrolling for DA that night. “There here!” he gasped. “Who?” Ron asked, but Hermione already knew the answer. “Deatheaters, there inside the castle!” he ran towards the sleeping corridors to wake the others. Ron looked at Hermione. They had to help.
They ran out the common room and towards the source of the noise. They quickly located a group of deatheaters heading for the astronomy tower. Hermione recognized Bellatrix and her heart sunk when she saw who was walking next to her. His blonde hair as disheveled as ever. Draco Malfoy was walking amongst her enemies. Hermione darted towards them, but Ron held her back. They had other things to worry about. There were other deatheaters in the castle and they needed to keep the others safe. Hermione watched his blonde hair disappear into the tower. Ron pulled her towards another group of death eaters threatening a couple of first years. It felt like a blur, she was shouting spells while her mind was in an entire different place. Suddenly, the portrait of the fat lady flew open and Neville and other Gryffindors came out, guns blazing. Hermione took this as an opportunity to let go of Ron’s hand and sneak her way back to the astronomy tower. She slowly snuck upstairs, as she had done before. Once again in search for a certain blonde haired boy. As she made her way to the first landing, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She almost jumped out of her skin. Turning around, she looked into the familiar eyes of one of her best friends. “Harry!” she whispered. “What are you doing here?” she asked. “There’s deatheaters!” she hissed. Harry put his finger on her mouth and pointed upstairs. Hermione saw Professor Dumbledore, he looked weak and tired. She moved under the floorboards until she found Draco. His wand was pointing to Dumbledore and he was crying. She felt her heart break. “We have to do something!” she hissed. Hermione slowly climbed the steps to the next floor. Her heart was racing and she was wondering what she was actually planning to do. She heard Draco talk about how he was chosen, how he had to do it or Voldemort would kill him. Dumbledore offered him help, but he refused.
Hermione saw how the other deatheaters joined, emerging from the shadows. She pointed her wand at Bellatrix, ready to release any curse, even ready to shout an unforgivable. She was no longer thinking straight. But before she could do it, she felt a hand on her arm, pushing it down with gentle persuasion. She looked at the person standing next to her. Professor Snape. He would help, he would stop this madness. He was protecting Draco, right? That’s what Harry told them, something about an unbreakable vow. Hermione felt a breath she didn’t know she was holding escape her mouth. She watched as Snape walked towards the scene. “Do it Draco, now” she heard Bellatrix scream in Draco’s ear. “No” Snape simply said. All eyes turned to him. “Severus, please” Dumbledore had never sounded so desperately wounded and weak before. She barely even recognized the man she had seen just earlier that day. That’s when it happened. The killing curse was uttered and Dumbledore fell. Hermione’s hand covered her mouth, she stopped herself from screaming. She saw Harry as his mentor fell down the astronomy tower. Hermione fell back into the shadows as the deatheathers passed her by. Bellatrix conjuring the Dark Mark whilest laughing the evilest laugh Hermione had ever heard. Draco was the last to leave. He stopped as he passed her, as if he could feel her presence. He turned to look at her, tears were streaming down her face and she was clasping her wand in her hand. “Hermione” he whispered as he took a step towards her. She took a step back, and he tried again. She raised her want to his face. “Don’t” she cried. His eyes were even more like a thunderstorm now. “Please, just leave” she whispered. He stepped closer, the wand sticking in his neck. He grabbed her hand and steadied it. “Do it” he whispered. She bit her lip and shook her head. “Please, don’t make me do this, just leave” she pleaded. Didn’t he understand that he had broken her already? She didn’t want to destroy herself even more. “You’ve done enough” she said. He pulled her hand, the wand leaving his neck and he pressed a kiss on her hand. She tugged her hand back and looked at him as he left her, standing in the darkness.
Hermione stood there, crying in the darkness for a little while. It had all been a lie, he never felt anything for her. He was using her, to get information, to finish what he needed done. She collected herself and ran down. The school had gone quiet. The dark mark was looming over her head as she reached the courtyard. Almost all the students were there, standing around a body. Hermione pushed through them and found Ron. Ron looked at her and she saw relief in his eyes as he saw her. He pulled her into a tight hug and she cried. Tears were running down his face too while he slowly stroked her back. Harry made his way through the crowd, he looked like he had come from a fight. Hermione’s heart broke when he knelt next to the lifeless body of Dumbledore. She was astonished that nobody did anything, so she broke free from Ron’s grasp and walked over to Harry. She threw her arms over her best friend and pulled him into an embrace, both sobbing. They had both lost someone important today. She didn’t see how all the others raised their wands as they were trying to erase the dark mark from the skies.
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