A/N: For you Mia, enjoy! Merry Christmas.
Summary: As Harry's screams echo through the corridors of the Malfoy Mansion Draco watches and waits...until he can't anymore. Deathly Hallows AU. Drarry.
Running
Prologue
Draco ran a shaking hand through his white blonde hair and pulled his knees closer to his chest, slowly melding his back into the wall. From his tiny corner in the hall the walls seemed to expand forever around him, dwarfing him into insignificance. He liked it. He feverishly let his wand fall to the floor and it rolled along the polished wood, unnoticed as his pressed his clammy palms against him ears.
They were muffled now, the screams. So small and distant, like a dull ache rather than the piercing sharpness of shattered glass. Inside his mind though, they remained as harsh as fresh crimson blood, spilling throughout his thoughts and poisoning his soul.
The echoes of approaching footsteps broke through his reverie. His eyes widened and he frantically searched for his wand. His fingers grasped round the handle, slipping clumsily, and he held it up in front of him.
"Nox!"
The light was extinguished and he was drowning in darkness.
flashback
Bellatrix's eyes rolled madly, flashing in the low candlelight. Shadow flickered around her as she crawled like an animal along the floor. Hermione whimpered as a silver dagger was pressed roughly into his arm drawing beads of crimson. The letters of hate carved onto her arm.
Then it wasn't just Hermione screaming.
Then Harry was writhing in blind white agony.
Then Draco was running.
end flashback
"Where is he? WHERE IS HE?" He could hear his father shouting outside the room. Bella's mad cackling like a witch out of a muggle story began to become unconrollable.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are! Auntie Bella's looking for you Drac-y!"
Draco was running. He didn't see where he was going, only that he had to go. It was only when he hit another solid block of darkness that he realised he'd reached the dungeons. Behind him he could hear insane shrieking and the flashes of various curses lit up his hair like a halo.
They were coming for him. He didn't have much time but he'd never been surer of anything in his life.
"Potter! Potter! Lumos!"
A faint light from his wand lit the murky cell and illuminated six grimy faces staring at him apprehensively. The swelling on Potter's face had almost gone down and revealed a pale, almost gaunt, complexion and large green eyes contrasting with stubble and unruly black hair. Besides Weasley's trademark flaming hair the other members of the cell were almost unrecognisable.
"I'm getting you out of here!"
TBC...