A/N: A new story =) I haven't written a Draco story in years, so I thought I'd take another whack at it. This is going to be VERY loosely based on the 7th book...I'm planning on doing it my own way. I hope you all like it!
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"Draco, what's going on?" Hadley hissed as Draco grabbed onto her arm, pulling her up from the couch. She threw the book she'd been reading aside, letting him drag her from the common room. Something was wrong, she knew it. "Draco," she said again, her voice more firm than before. Draco's pace didn't falter.
"Dumbledore's dead." Hadley's jaw dropped, a gasp threatening to come out. She tried to pull herself from his grasp, but his grip stayed firm. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"You did it? You actually did it? What in the bloody hell were you thinking? Your going to let that sod rule over you? Just because you have that mark doesn't make you evil," she snapped. Draco finally stopped, spinning around to face her.
"It was Snape, not me. The Death Eaters are taking over the castle…I'm getting you out of here," he spat, once again pulling her along. Hadley wasn't sure how long Dumbledore had been dead, but already she could see the affect it was having on the castle. Things seemed different, lifeless almost. She hadn't been the biggest fan of Albus Dumbledore over the years, but even she shuddered to think of what was going to come next.
"…He's won hasn't he? Voldemort?" she asked quietly, a wave of nausea coming over her. Draco's expression stayed steely, but he nodded once. "Bloody hell…"