Hi, lovers of fanfiction! This is my first fan fiction I have written. Well me and my co-writer and I have written. We would like to tell you that we hope you like our story and hopefully, we will have a chapter up about every month because we have a very busy schedule. *wink, wink* Enough of the blabbering from us. Read to your hearts content. Or until the chapter is over...
Hermione ran past the streaking lights, watching the war unfold around her. I have to find him. She thought to herself. I need to make sure he's ok. Suddenly she saw a flash of white-blond hair coming towards her.
"Draco!" she screamed. He ran up to her grabbing her arms tightly. There was a frantic look in his eyes.
"What the hell are you thinking Hermione!" he admonished. "I don't know what I would do if I lost you and the little one." he sighed, gesturing at Hermione's barely showing baby bump. Hermione shot an annoyed look at him.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy, quit the excessive worrying. I am perfectly fine." she glared. "Besides the fact, I will not be hiding in some corner while my friends are out there fighting Voldemort." Draco flinched slightly at the name and looked down. "I will be fine Draco, no worries there." she gently, took his chin in her calloused hand and raised his face to hers. "Look me in the eye Draco." He lifted his head to catch the soft look in her eyes. "I will never leave you. I promise." Draco nodded. Hermione then pulled him in for a searing kiss before turning and running away. Draco spun around and ran to the closest Death Eater and began firing some nasty hexes at him.
Hermione raced down the corridor to Harry and Ron. She was totally exhausted; she didn't think she could take another breath but she did. Her heart felt as if it would burst from within her chest with every beat. The pain was excruciatingly sharp and it came with every new breath; over and over again…She had to continue on, she had to push her body, her ability and her mind. No weaknesses, she had thought to herself earlier in the day as dawn broke, I must be numb. She would not allow herself to feel anything whether it be pain or emotion; today she was unfeeling, void of every imaginable mercy.
Darting into the brush for a brief moment, she allowed herself to gauge her wounds and to catch her rapid breath. She had a gash across her right cheek from Alecto Carrow; that was his first and last victory of his life. Her left wrist suffered first degree burns; she had to use a temporary numbing spell to ease the pain. A curse had been shot at her and cut her stomach, she didn't know who had cast it but it would heal easily though it hurt now. She growled softly to herself, irritated; she wasn't numb like she intended, she felt pain.
The battle continued to rage behind her, screams of pain, shouts of directions and threats flooded the tense air. Hermione looked back to see Dolohov striding towards her spot of brush, smiling, his wand raised shoulder height towards her. Taking a deep breath, she thought of the outcome she so desperately wished for from this battle but knew wouldn't happen; Voldemort and his followers dead, Harry, Ron, the order and the rest of the people fighting the Dark Lord to survive. No weakness, she thought to herself. I have to make it back to Draco. I promised. Hermione then leaped out at the approaching Death Eater.
"Stupefy!" she yelled, wand raised just under shoulder height, but steady.
"Crucio!" screamed Dolohov, in a high pitched voice.
The spells met in the air causing sparks to hurl about the air, striking anything in their paths. Dolohov's Cruciatus curse was stronger however and beat Hermione's paralyzing spell into submission and shot towards her.
Blown backwards by the tremendous impact, Hermione screamed as a terrible pain shot through her body relentlessly. Falling to the ground, she writhed about; her assailant approached her with an evil smile. Suddenly the pain stopped and Hermione lay panting on the ground, gasping for breath. The baby! She thought to herself in horror. Another voice approached, it was icy and utterly familiar: Lucius Malfoy.
"Finish with her and meet the Dark Lord at the front line, his orders." spoke Lucius to Dolohov who nodded in answer and began smiling once more as the messenger turned and swiftly strode away. Walking slowly towards Hermione, he began to giggle madly and then broke into a laugh as he stopped two feet away from her head.
Although her body hurt excruciatingly, Hermione struck out and knocked his feet out from under him. As he hit the ground with an audible thud, she whipped her wand around and touched it to his throat.
"And the tables turn…" she spoke coldly, above his face looking into his eyes. "Crucio," she muttered, gathering all of her hate she held and manipulating it to her favor. He screamed and writhed about the ground like a dying snake in its final moments. "Avada Kedavra" she said calmly, almost frostily and Dolohov had met his end.
As she rose, Hermione looked back up towards the castle. The screams and cries were still audible and the lights from spells still lit the sky. Jogging towards the battlefield, the castle grounds, a branch caught her cheek and cut it deeply. It would heal, she continued without stopping. Her muscles ached from the torment that they were subjected to and her mind longed to sleep, she couldn't though, she couldn't stop.
She was almost to the battle when in mid-stride her foot caught on a tree root and she tumbled to the ground. Shrugging it off and getting up quickly she started to step away again when something grabbed her ankle. Startled, she spun around, wand pointed at the blond, bloody figure on the ground that was moaning softly now. Some of the blond hair seemed like a shade of pink from the blood pooling in it and around the boy's head. The slash on the boy's head oozed, staining all around it red.
"Draco!" she screamed, running over and cradling his head in her hands.
"Hermione, watch out." he rasped out. Hermione turned to see Lucius moving towards them.
As Lucius raised his wand towards Draco, Hermione dashed to place herself between father and son. Lucius smirked at Hermione and laughed shortly, her actions seemed to amuse him. "If you'd rather be first mudblood be my guest; my son can wait his turn." He emphasized the offensive word. It didn't seem to bother Hermione much anymore; the Slytherins had made her use to it already after years of torment at Hogwarts. But, behind her, Draco flinched slightly remembering the years he had called her that word.
As he smirked again, Hermione glanced back to Draco once again. Turning back to Lucius, the moonlight shining down on him giving him a paler complexion, she realized how much alike they looked. They might look alike but there is no doubt… thought Hermione.
She held her ground, her brown eyes focused on the cruel blond man in front of her, now approaching her. "Cruci-," he began, his long hair blown back by the wind.
"Protego!" she yelled, concentrating all of her strength into the duel. She could win; she had to, for both Draco and her, for their life together with their baby.
The red curse that shot towards her deflected into a firework display all around her, a blast of light blinded everyone in its magnificence. Recovering quickly, Hermione dodged right, "Expelliarmus!"
She was too quick for the Death Eater who was still blinded by the light. His wand shot out of his hand and landed twenty yards away in the knot of a tree. Both duelists sprinted towards the tree; Hermione didn't think to use the 'Accio' charm. Someone stood by the tree wielding the wand, someone had beaten Hermione and Lucius to the wand; he was panting heavily and bleeding profusely from his blond hair: Draco.
He looked at Hermione for a very minuscule moment, his eyes showed the pain he was in and the exhaustion he felt but they also held something different; the normally cold gray eyes held warmth. She returned his gaze, nodding slightly. He nodded in return and then turned to his father, the frost previously in his eyes returning as he raised his father own wand against its owner. "Never again Lucius. You killed my mother, you will slay no one else," he spoke softly, dangerously, using the same tone that he had been forced to use with Hermione for the past years.
Hermione's breath caught in her throat, she had heard a rumor that Narcissa Malfoy had disappeared about two weeks ago. She didn't believe it though and thought nothing of it. Hermione lowered her wand slightly, watching father and son have a battle of wills.
"Come now Draco, your mother was a traitor to the Dark Lord, you know that. Traitors don't sur-"
"You killed her!" screamed Draco, tears now forming in his eyes. "You chained her to the dungeon wall and tortured her! You made me watch!" he shook his head, the tears flowing freely now. "You beat me throughout my childhood and threatened that if I didn't meet your expectations or do exactly as you deemed that you would kill her!"
Lucius spat upon the ground before speaking again. "You know what happens to traitors Draco-"
"No!" hissed Draco vehemently now, "She wasn't a traitor, she was trying to escape. She was trying to escape with me! She was trying to offer me a life that she had had no opportunity at! She wasn't a traitor; she was trying to be a mother! Someone who cares about their child, someone who doesn't want their child to be like their father!"
Draco lunged forward, throwing the wand away in blind anger. Hermione caught the wand and stood, wide eyed, watching the former Slytherin prince forget his magic. She held the unfamiliar wand in her left hand, her own in her right. Draco seemed to forget his physical pain completely and attacked Lucius, his father, with everything he had left in him. Swinging at the man before him, Draco punched the older man hard in the eye, swinging again, he hit his mouth. Through the blood, Lucius caught Draco's arm and twisted it behind him causing an audible 'snap' and the young man to scream and fall to the ground.
Hermione sprung off the ground, she put the spare wand in her back pocket and raised her own wand to Lucius. "Expelliarmus!" she cried, remembering the effect that this spell once had in a duel for Harry. The result was perfect; Lucius was blown backwards away from Draco and she was able to come between them once more. "Stupefy!" she followed frostily, wand still pointed at the Death Eater before her; he froze in the position that he landed in.
Turning back to Draco, she strode over to him, her feet dragging from exhaustion. Laying her wand on the ground next to him, she gripped his good arm as he groaned and tried to get up off the blood-soaked ground. Suddenly Draco snapped downwards, snatching up Hermione's wand and spinning towards his father. "Draco, no!" cried Hermione, clutching at the hand which held the wand. "He can go to Azkaban! Let's take him up to the school, please!" He shook his head no.
"Renervate," he muttered softly, mobilizing his father for the last time. Father and son looked upon each other fiercely, each knowing what would happen. "Avada Kedavra," spoke Draco, a flash of green light ended his father's life quickly and silently.
He stood that way, wand pointed at his dead father's body, for a long time. Hermione stood beside him; hand on his arm, eyes resting on the ground. Draco turned to Hermione, his eyes downcast and bloodshot.
"Draco-" she began
"No, shh," he interrupted, putting her wand back in her hand and then drawing him to her with his good arm. His head hurt incredibly; almost like someone was continually pounding on it with a hammer. "I'm sorry Hermione. If I hadn't done that, he was going to kill my mother and then me!" pausing for a moment, Draco rested his chin on the top of her head. "I had to put on an act Hermione; I never truly felt like that."
"He killed my mother when she tried to escape with me two weeks ago to the order. She wasn't truly on the Dar…Voldemort's side and neither am I. He killed her and beat me, chained me to the dungeon wall, used the Cruciatus Curse on me," his voice began to break, tears began to fall.
Hermione looked up to see his face soaked with blood and tears creating small rivers through the red. She nodded, reaching down; she grasped his hand and laid her forehead on his good shoulder. They stood that way for what seemed like forever before they broke apart. When they stepped back, the lights and screams had stopped near the school. "It looks like it's over," she remarked, shaking still. She gave him back his father's wand which he took reluctantly, nodding to her words.
She turned to Lucius' corpse once more. "Wingardium Leviosa," she cast, the body raised off the ground. Grasping his hand once more, they walked to the school hand in hand, a body behind them. As they reached Hagrid's Hut, Hermione heard a shout and turned to see Ron and Harry coming towards them.
"Oi! Malfoy let go of her." Ron yelled, brandishing his wand in front of him. "Hermione come on. Stupefy this Death Eater!" Hermione looked at him pointedly.
"Ronald, don't jump to conclusions. Draco's not a Death Eater." Hermione chastised, calmly. Ron looked absolutely horrified.
"What has he done to you Hermione? Are you under the Imperious Curse?" Ron rambled, angrily. "Don't worry; we'll kill him to save you. Come on, Harry!" Harry stood there, shock grazing his features.
"You guys never told him, did you?" he questioned awestruck. Hermione and Draco shook their heads no.
"Didn't tell me what?" Ron questioned. "Has he gotten you too Harry?" Harry shook his head.
"Ron-," Hermione began softly. Ron looked at Hermione then Harry then back again.
"What the bloody hell is going on!" he bellowed. Hermione stepped forward hesitantly.
"Ron, Draco's my fiancé and the father of my baby." Hermione said, emphasizing the word fiancé.
"You have to be kidding me!" Ron whispered. "After you kissed me in the hallway! I'm going to bloody kill you Malfoy!" Ron pulled out his wand extraordinarily fast and pointed it at the blond haired man before him.
"Ronald Weasley, put that wand down right now! I admit I shouldn't have kissed you in the hallway, but that does not give you the right to blast my fiancé to pieces!" Hermione shrieked.
"Hermione he's got you under a spell. Come over here and we will take you to Madame Pomfrey." Ron said calmly, lowering his wand slightly. He was terrified of the angry witch before him.
"Ron, I'm not under any spell." Hermione stated, calming down slightly. "Lay down the wand and we can speak like the rational adults we are."
"Mione' I love you, please don't leave me for this git." Ron begged.
"Ronald, I love you too, but only as a brother." Hermione said. "I'm marrying Draco whether you like it or not. So can you just forget about me."
"Like hell I can Mione'! I love you and the stupid ferret has you under a curse. I tried to break you from it without hurting anyone but that simply cannot be done. So to save the ferret has to be out of the picture." Ron shouted, redrawing his wand and pointing it at Draco.
"Ron don't you think you're being a bit irration-" Hermione stopped suddenly realizing what Ron was about to do.
"Sectumsempra, Avada Kedavra!" Ron shrieked. Hermione dove in front of the jets of red and green light right before they hit her beloved.
"No! Hermione!" Both Harry and Draco screamed. Hermione felt a brief slash of pain then everything went spiraling into darkness.
And Miss Granger falls dead.
The people scream and shout
Their Gryffindor princess gone
and now I must ask
How old do you think us two are.
I know that was a horrible poem. I was never good at poetry. But don't leave us review-less because of my inablity to write poetry. Hey that rhymed!