AN: This is my first ever Harry Potter fanfic, I have loved it forever though. It will be a Two shot, maybe Three shot. I've used a few lyrics in this, so if you want to know what songs I used them from, look at the bottom AN. So, this is set in Deathly Hallows, it starts when they've just escaped from the fire Goyle started. – I've changed the story around a bit to make it make sense with the story I want to tell and added some extra scenes, which I really love them – I never normally like a lot of my own stuff. (Though I do love the original ending, not so sure about the 19 years later bit, but I did use that concept as well). If you've read all this then have a Butter beer on me. Have any questions about it – PM me. Anyway, R&R please!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

All this time I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought without a voice without a soul
_ Evanescence - Bring me to life

Bid My Blood To Run - Chapter 1

Draco's POV

Shock
They'd saved us.
Goyle'd started a fire, our friend had started a fire that could have potentially killed us, killed them.
But they'd turned back and saved us from being incinerated.

Confusion
Our mortal enemies had saved us. People who've hated us since the start, since we all first met. And they'd saved us…why?
I thought they would have left us for dead, two less to fight in the raging battle.

Them…the ginger weasel, who'd sought out his friends to warn them.
The golden boy – Potter – who couldn't do hardly anything wrong in anyone's eyes. Funnily enough, father had once said "You should be better than that Potter, Brave, Fierce…you're not." Nice, eh?
And we mustn't forget the girl in the group, the one who'd had the nerve to punch me (Though that does still make me smile) She's infuriating, I wind her up and she plunges truth into me. I'm evil, selfish…

…everything I have to be, to be a Malfoy, to not be killed by Him. I know she knows, in a way she knows. Though I do know she loathes me. She doesn't pity me, never. She just looks at me sometimes, just looks, like she wants to say something, but she doesn't. She's afraid – afraid of me – afraid of those who surround me, who make me.

She hugs H…Potter and she hugs Weasley, for longer, she hugs him for longer. And I feign awkwardness and run off.

Epiphany
I don't go back to Him. I sit in the Great Hall. Plaques and pictures all lay broken, huge pieces of rubble converge on the ground. The flags are all broken, mighty Gryffindor aren't mighty anymore – and that, I don't know…saddens me? Slytherin's dead, I know that, I served it well but look what its gone and done. Killed a school, killed Hogwarts…killed the place of innocence – a place I could hide from the outside world, from what I had to become – even if it only lasted a little while. Friends and foes lay dead, one of the Patel twins are dead, the other, broken I imagine.

His chair…Du…The headmasters chair is chipped and blackened, like his trembling hands were. It looks dead.

The trio of friends enter and Weasley runs…he runs to another dead twin…they're being broken apart! The funniest, bloody hilarious they are, I'm rather fond of them (Though if you ever tell anyone, you're dead) Even if they are Weasley's. Fred is dead and I'm not going to laugh to laugh because it rhymes, though normally I would. I would normally do a lot of stuff, but now's not the right time.

I sit in the corner and tune out for a while and when I eventually tune back in, the triage are gone. The place is silent, some people are sleeping, they have wands in their hands incase of a surprise attack. Others are awake and alert. Horror and dread has filled the room and…it scares me, I leave…I go to leave but I get to those all too familiar double doors and stop. They, Weasley and Granger, are there…and they're bleeding kissing. I lean against one of the doors and wait – they leave and I go. I retreat to the Slytherin common room; I don't quite much like them no more. Though, I get there and it's empty, like a desert, it's all intact. Everything else is defiled yet this room, the source of evil, is absolutely fine, it's fucking fine!
Soon it's not, the chairs are ripped to pieces, the carpets are torn and scorch marks adorn the place – it was me, I was doing it, ruining the place where I'd lived for years. It felt good, it felt right. I screamed 'Wingardium Leviosa' (She'd got it right the first time.) and I'd chucked the ornamental stuff I'd levitated at the walls. The shields, we didn't deserve them – we'd cheated most of them. The first shield we'd won when I was here, I held it, I looked at it. I didn't deserve it, I'd broken Harry's…Potter, I said Potter's arm – I didn't deserve anything, I lifted my arm to chuck it…but I heard that voice. I'd been dull of thoughts; I'd made myself dull of thoughts that I didn't hear anyone's approach. "Draco…what do you think you're doing." She wasn't scolding me, she wasn't demanding an explanation, she was talking rather softly, shocked. I laughed "Think…you thought I was thinking…" and then my face went blank – void of any emotion. I just stared at that shield, that golden shield…golden trio…my arm shook. I'd never be golden, never be anything worth knowing…
I see her hand close over mine, she's telling me to let go…of my past, I think. Though it's my wand, she's telling me to let go of my wand. I do and she tentatively lowers the shield onto a table. I want to sit down but there's no chairs so I just sit on the edge of the table, she sits next to me and doesn't say anything, just stays with me. Normally, I'd say "Go away you dirty little mud blood!" but I can't bring myself to say it. I do want to say something and I can't, I shake my head – I'm scared of emotions, I don't know them, I can't understand them, I can't deal with them. I feel her take my hand in hers and I want to break down – but I can't because I don't know how to, not in front of people anyway. She just looks down; she doesn't know what to say either.

…And then we're shaken out of our reverie, we hear someone shriek. He's back. I tense up, he should be baying for my blood by now. She tense's too when we hear Harry's name being screamed, it's Ron, he's shouting. She closes her eyes and nods a little, like she knows what's happened and accepts it…

…And then we run, I let her hand go and she turns and looks at me, I look back and she nods.

The place is silent when we reach the entrance hall, Hermione runs off to the Weasley's, I just stand on the stairs. Hagrid carries Harry. He's won, hasn't he? He asks for people to go and join him and Neville! Neville Longbottom steps forward, is he serious? They laugh – they shouldn't, they should feel lucky to have him, he's bloody brave. He gives a speech that even if Harry is gone, he's still with us and it's not over….
I agree with him…then He signals for me, my parents silently beg for me to do as He says. McGonagall looks at me, like she expects me to do as he says. And I realise, I don't want to be what they expect me to be…He'll kill you, they'll kill you – that voice inside my head screams at me. But I know if I go against orders, they'll protect me – because as Dumbledore says…as Dumbledore said 'Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it'
But not for me, I don't deserve help.

I go to him…and he…he hugs me, I never get hugs…I don't do hugs…I hate emotion…yet he hugs me.

I feel their eyes on me and when I turn around I see her, and I can't make eye contact,

I can't look at her without loathing myself, not that I don't loath myself already.

…And then that crazy son of a bitch comes alive again – Harry Potter defies the odds again. And I have to fight a smile down.
The battle starts up again. And my…parents try to get me to leave…a tower crumbles. I can't leave here, I can't leave Hogwarts…I don't want too.
So I run from them, I run into the fray and strike down a Death Eater who's fighting Neville. He smiles at me? Okay…let's just go with it. I fight and I fight the most fierce battle I have ever fought, I fight to escape my past, I fight for a better world…I fight for this school…and I fight for her. I could tell she didn't believe I was all evil, I knew that – just that little bit of light always kept me going, I never realised it until this battle. For those I wish could have lived, for those I wish could be friends – I now fight for the survival of good. (If I'd have said that before, I would have died from a heart attack.)

…I think we're winning, I don't know, I'm mesmerized by the battle outside. Green and blue sparks have collided from wands – the wands of Harry and Voldemort. And Harry's winning!

And she comes; she stands beside me, our hands so close, resting on the windowpane. She's shaking this time, and I tremble as I put my pinkie finger on hers and we clasp me them and watch in silent, horror filled relief as Harry's beam of magic finally beats Voldemort. I feel the urge to jump up and hug her…but Ron shouts for her, joyous laughter protrudes from his voice. She turns her head to look at him and I let her go, she freezes for a second, like someone's just frozen her in time and then she runs off…

…Only know you love her when you let her go…

Now I freeze, well my face freezes, I sit down. Right now the trio are reuniting. McGonagall walks by and pats me on the shoulder, I know I now where a bewildered look on my face. I'm accepted?

It all ends with beginnings…

~6 years is a long time~

AN: There will be a second chapter…look out for it! The title is from an Evanescence song i quoted. I think this was more based on the film version. The songs I used some lyrics from were Passenger- Let her go. Daft Punk – Get lucky. Demi Lovato- Heart attack (kind of)