I'll Die For You
By: Claudia Malakian
Disclaimer: Everyone in this fanfic belongs to J.K. Rowling. I own only the plot.
Rating: PG
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There are a million things no one would see me do. Or think they would see me do, anyways. And here I am, doing the unthinkable.
I was standing up against Lord Voldemort, my master. I was standing up against him to save Potter. Harry Potter. And his ignorant friends.
How the bloody hell am I supposed to get myself out of this one? Father certainly won't save me, especially since I'm deliberately disobeying him and my master.
Why bother calling him that? He'll kill me if it means getting through to Potter.
I see one advantage in this tangled web; he hasn't his wand. So at least he can't kill me with a curse. That I know for sure.
Wait a minute. Oh, bloody hell, he's unsheathing something silver! A sword? Shit, it's a sword! And I thought curses were bloody painful; I'll be a bloody shish kebab when he's through with me!
I feel a warmth on my shoulder, and I turn. Potter's staring at me with shock, and then his features flicker into sadness. His lips formed words, but I didn't hear them.
I simply smile and then turn back to Voldemort. Potter is not exactly the person I should be paying attention to, should he?
"Why, my master? Why kill me? I'm a Malfoy! My family are your most loyal supporters!" I demand.
I certainly pray Father doesn't know about this. Father loves me, right? Why wouldn't he?
Oh shit, Voldemort's raised his sword. It flashes in the moonlight and then he brings it down and -
Oh God, that hurt so bloody much! The p-pain… oh, bloody hell… I can't i-imagine anyone su-surviving such p-pain!
Please, please G-God… have it removed. God h-have mercy on my s-soul and j-just have this fucking sword removed!
It was just torn out… I can't imagine w-which hurt more; the stabbing o-or the removing… God, they both were so agonizing…
It's hard to breathe… it's g-getting very h-hard to breathe…
Granger let out a sob, I think. It sounds like she's crying. But w-why would she c-cry about me? I turn slowly to face them. P-Potter and Weasley are both g-gawking. G-Granger's covering her mouth with a t-trembling hand.
"Draco… why? Why'd you so it?" Potter manages to stutter.
"B-Because," I whisper, blood bubbling into my mouth, "I-I can't have y-you famous without myself b-being acknowledged!"
Granger, why c-cry? It's just a f-flesh wound… a very painful one! Stop crying, I swear to God I'm fine!
Why bother when they won't listen? I-I'm surprised Voldemort hasn't m-made me into a shish kebab yet… well, if you don't cpcount the sword being removed…
"Draco!" Hermione ran to me and embraced me tightly.
Ugh, that hurts! Get off, you old Mudblood! I try to push her away, but I'm growing sleepy and it's even more complicated to breathe.
I stumble backwards. I don't e-even think it hurts anymore. I collapse to the ground, feeling light headed. Granger rushed at me, but Potter feld her back.
"Go, you three! Now!" I ordered with a blood-tasting cough.
Even harder to breathe now, and the bitter taste of blood is filling my mouth. I feel like I'm drowning! Of God, I think I'm drowning in my own blood!
Potter was hesitant, "I'm not leaving-"
"Go, now!" I screamed.
It hurt to scream. It hurt almost as much as the sword. I can feel something dribbling down my upper lip. It's blood!
Weasley took Potter's arm and the three of them began to run. I saw them escape the silhoette of the Forbidden Forest. Good. At least they'll survive…
Oh G-God… I can't breathe! I feel like I'm drowning! You can't be s-serious! I'm drowning in my own blood!
G-God, please don't let me die! Tears stream down my face and mixes with the blood from my mouth and lips.
"Please don't let me die!" I manage to cough.
My eyes flicker shut. I'm tired, very tired. I think I fell back. And then…
Draco D. Malfoy
1980 - 1995
Beloved Slytherin