Okay, first of all people, i have never read the books and have only seen a couple of the movies. When i get things wrong, please refrian from telling me, because i could care less. Im not trying to sound rude but im using the characters and Hogwarts is all. What all the other places are called, i have no clue. This is just to show how, had I wrote the books, Voldermort would be defeated. So, like I said, many, many, many, MANY things will be wrong. I don't care, for Merlin's sake :) Now we shall begin my tale. And this damned authors note is getting too damned long. Anyway...I own nothing, blah, blah blah. This belongs to Jk Rowling. blah blah blah Etc Etc. TADA! (I do not get the point of these disclaimer things, If I owned this book, Draco and Hermione would be together, Harry would be MUCH weaker than Draco, and I wouldn't be writing fanfiction if i owned this...Actually, thats a major lie, if i published a book and found it on this website i would probably write up my own 'fan'fiction, and twist things in alternate directions, using my own characters :D AND I WOULDN'T NEED TO PUT UP A DAMN DISCLAIMER, CAUSE GUESS WHAT! I DO OWN IT. Suck on that) okay, im better now. Onward!
Draco crept around the shadows, his black cloak helped him blend into the darkness. He was supposed to be with the Death Eaters already, but had decided last minute to take another route.
He placed a pale hand on the bark of a tall tree and tilted his head to the side, his light hair falling over his eyes under the hood. He held his breath and listened for any voices. He heard a slight, slight noise. Squeaking like a cricket would, it was coming from much farther from his spot. He was certain of it.
So he continued forward, lifting each leg higher than neccesairy, his way of making less noise. Slowly the shrill laugh got louder, and deeper as Draco neared the location. He stopped once more and squinted into the darkness, hoping to see something, before something saw him.
He saw a bright, yellow light flash and shielded his eyes quickly. When the light faded Draco gulped, and gave up on his quiet, slow pace. He ran quickly in the general direction, stopping a second to hop on his broom before speeding up again.
And there he was, Voldermort in all his disgusting glory. Concealed in a yellow bubble was Potter, Ron, Ginny and Granger. Standing all around them were Death Eaters, a lot of Death Eaters, Draco noted with another gulp.
Voldermort looked up to the sky, his dark eyes catching Draco's, before a smile, if you can call it that, spred across his face.
"Young Malfoy, your late" His voice was playful, but had a sharp underlying sterness to it.
Draco landed his broom and tossed it aside. "My apologises, My Lord" It took all Draco had to not laugh or scowl right there. The thought that anyone would ever be Draco Malfoy's Lord was a laughable one.
"You vile Git! You ferret faced arse!" Hermione screeched, her eyes burning "If I wasn't in here I would hex you until you begged me to stop, and then some!"
Why was I switching sides again? Draco thought to himself with a scowl.
"Do us all a favor and shut up, Granger" Draco hissed.
The four people trapped had faces red with anger and were glaring so feircly, that all together it could almost rival his own. Voldermort and the Death Eaters laughed at the exchange. Voldermort reached over and squeezed the wizard's shoulder dismissing all the Death Eaters, ordering them to return to their homes and await his next orders, all turned and left as told.
"Now Draco my boy, would you like to finish them off, with me? If so, show me how well you can handle a wand"
Draco let down his hood and pulled his wand out of his pocket. Voldermort pointed to a tree a couple meters away.
"Sectrumsempra!" Draco shouted, his wand pointed at the tree's trunk. Gashes carved into the wood and three branches fell to the dark forest floor.
"Reducto!" He continued and the tree and two others flew out of the way with a powerful blast of light.
Voldermort smiled again and patted Draco's head "Like a true Malfoy" Then he outstretched his hand to the four still trapped in that damned bubble, "Stupefy them"
Draco nodded and pointed his wand at them "Stupefy!" He yelled, turning his wand at Voldermort. Voldermort practicly flew out of the spells path, he ended up directly beside Ginny.
All of them looked at Draco in shock and even in this type of situation, he couldnt resist to lift an eyebrow and smirk. Voldermort stared at Draco in surprise, his eyes wide as he was uncharacteristicly caught off guard. He drew out his wand and held it by his side. Draco's own hand wrapped around his wand as he paid close attention to the muscles in Voldermorts arms.
"Are you sure you wish to betray your lord" Voldermort asked, his voice rough as his eyes pierced into Draco's.
Draco frowned and shook his head, his white blonde hair shook with the movement. "You are not my Lord"
Voldermort was once again at loss for words, he had never met anyone who could speak to him in this way, ecspecialy not a Death Eater. Even more so a Malfoy.
"Your a Slytherin Draco, and a Malfoy. What would your father think? He would disown you! And if you did manage to defeat me? You would still be sent to Askaban with the rest of the Death Eaters"
Draco had considered all of this before and it had been the cause of many nightmares. But he had decided that it was worth it, weither he could defeat Voldermort, which he knew he couldn't, or not.
"I don't care" He hissed sending another Stupefy at Voldermort.
Voldermort dodged and quickly sent the spell back, through with talking to the traitor. Draco moved out of the way and sent another spell flying at the dark lord. Spells were continuosly sent and dodged before Voldermort sent another spell knocking the wand straight out of Draco's hand, it flew into the air and Draco jumped up to get it, his dark robes moved with the action, spinning as his arms flew for the wand, that would become almost invisable if it hit the ground.
Voldermort grinned and lifted his arm shouting out "Crucio!"
There was a collective gasp of horror as the curse hit Draco sending him flying to the forests cold ground, his wand landing a few feet away from him, barely visiable but thankfully it was partially in the moonlight.
The pain ripped through his body and he held his mouth shut tightly, his eyes closing as his body shook in indescribable pain.
"I never took you as a moron Draco. But I was mistaken. To think you could possibly stand a chance."
His body burned as the curse twisted his insides, tightening his muscles and making each breath increase the pain. He wanted to scream but this was not the first time he had been cursed this way.
"I had always thought of you as a son Draco, I wish it hadn't come to this, you would have surely taken my place if I ever fell. Such a shame I now have to kill you" Voldermort taunted, raising his wand.
"Fuck you, Voldermort. I hope you burn in bloody hell!" Draco screamed at him, his fingers touched his wand. He rolled it towards his hand and quickly grasped it.
"Avada kadavra!" Voldermort cried out, a blast of green shot out of his wand.
Draco sat up quickly and screamed the curse back, pointing his wand out, the bolt left and flew in the right direction, though he didn't see if it hit because green light, the killing curse, flew and hit his side. Blackness surrounded but he was surprised to still feel the pain of the first curse.
The bubble around the four shattered as Voldermort fell, finally dead. There was a shocked silence before Hermione ran to Draco, whose body was oddly sizzling with green streaks, like his body was holding onto the curse.
"Draco!" Hermione cried, shaking his shoulder though she knew it was pointless.
The others rushed over and Ron gave Hermione a incruedlous look "How can you be upset, two of our greatest enemys are dead. You should be happy!"
Hermione raised her wand threatenly to Ron and glared "Shut up Ronald, he just saved us and many more. He lost his life for people who called him many harsh words"
"As touching as that is, Granger, I would prefer to know why im not dead yet and why I am still in pain" His voice was angry but soft, like he was weak, and his gray eyes looked up at them through half closed lids.
"Draco! your still alive!" Hermione said happily, though she was surprised at how reliefed she was. But she passed it off as guilt.
"Barely. His pulse isn't good" Harry muttered dropping his wrist, "We should get him to Dumbledore. There may be a chance to save him. Unlikely but...possible"
Ginny shrugged "He's alive right now so, yeah possible"
Draco sighed and shook his head at the fact that they were talking about him as if he wasnt there. His lips pulled down into a frown as he felt more pressure on his wrist, he looked down and saw Potter checking his pulse again.
"Would you please refrain from doing that, check again if I stop breathing"
Harry rolled his eyes "Even dieing and your annoying"
Draco smirked "My specialty"
Hermione looked down at Draco's right hand and noticed his wand still wrapped securely in his palm, his tendons were bright white, whiter than even his skin, which hadn't paled anymore than normal. Which she took as a good sign.
"Okay, Ginny you fly with Harry, Ron you fly alone and Ill take Draco" Hermione said sternly walking over and picking up Draco's forgotten broom.
Harry and Ron looked at her like she had grown a third head, Ron threw up his hand in exasperation. "You can't fly! Your afraid of heights!"
Harry stayed silent but Ginny contributed to the debate "He is right, maybe we should come up with a better idea.
"Look, Ginny can't fly and if she flys with Ron they will fight and crash, it has happened before. And Ron can't be trusted with Draco, your not very observant and he could fall right off. That leaves me" Hermione concluded, "Now lets leave, he could die any second"
Harry nodded and picked up his broom, as did Ron, though he muttered his feelings about the situation under his breath. Ginny walked over to Harry as Hermione crouched down to the former enemy.
"Can you move?" She whispered, staring down at Draco concerned.
He glared up at her and threw his body up into a stand, holding onto a tree branch for support. She sighed and let the broom levitate, she helped Draco on before sitting in front of him. She took his wand and put it in her pocket, telling Draco to hold onto her and to let her know if he felt weaker.
She knew he rolled his eyes at that but she ignored it glancing at the others who nodded as they took off "Good luck!" Ron called, blowing her a kiss. He was trying to suck up to her.
"Here goes nothing." Hermione whispered, taking off. She was a terrible flyer and made severaal shaky movements. Her breathing was quicker than normal as she tried to focus, she glanced back at Draco once to see his eyes closed but relaxed when she heard his breathing. She was so out of her zone, flying through the night, owls hooted and bats flew by. It wasn't as dark though, the time was probably near six.
"Let me help, you have no idea what your doing" Draco whispered and before she could protest his hands pushed hers back on the broom and his hands took her place, It was instantly steady, instead of threatening to fall.
She looked back at Draco and could tell he wasn't doing well, his eyes were barely open and hazy, yet he was flying like a master, and his face was grimacing, no doubt from the pain. She reached to hs wrist and felt his pulse, it was slower than before.
"Didn't you hear me tell Potter that I didn't want that done unless I stopped breathing?" Draco hissed, irritated. Sure he may be dieing, but he wasnt a little kid.
Sorry for caring, Hermione thought bitterly before looking ahead. They were going faster she noticed alarmed. The trees were bluring past quickly and she gulped, closing her eyes before remembering that If Draco passed out she wouldn't notice.
"By your pulse you should be passed out right now" Hermione informed him, hoping he could clear up her confusion.
She felt his shoulders shrug "I wish I was" He muttered, bitterly.
Hermione sighed, disatisfied that Draco hadn't offered up any ideas as to why he wasn't unconsious, or dead for that matter. It was so strange too, why wasn't he suffering more? He seemed almost normal unless you tilted your head and squinted.
"Are you still in pain?" She asked, seeing his arm shake for a second. She was tempted to glance back but refrained form it.
After a short pause and a sigh Draco finally answered, sounding bitter, tired and angry. "You have no idea Granger. And before you ask, I have no idea why im still living"
Hermione nodded to herself and bit her lip as they passed yet another bat. They would be at Hogwarts soon. She glanced back at Draco and was alarmed to see that, while the broom was still flying perfectly, his eyes were closed and he was hardly breathing. She watched for a couple seconds as his breathing went down and then stopped for a long pause. She felt his wrist again and was shocked to see that his pulse had only gotten worse. His breath finally came out in a jerk and he groaned a bit.
"You have to stay awake, keep breathing" Hermione whispered to him surprisingly concerened for him.
"Don't worry, If i die it won't be with you on the broom." Draco muttered back, his breathing stabilizing and his pulse improving.
Hermione turned to look at him and he rose an eyebrow at her before rolling his eyes and picking up speed again. She looked forward and could see Ron's back far in the distance. She remained silent the rest of the ride, carefully listening to Draco's breathing which thankfully stayed even. She leaned forward and could clearly see Hogwarts, Ron and Harry had just landed and had ran off, to get Dumbledore she assumed.
As they neared closer Hermione saw teachers and students run from the building all watching as Draco dove down and landed the broom, the pair got off and Dumbledore ran over with a look of panic on his face.
When Hermione looked back at Draco she saw that he was breathing heavily, with his head hung as he crouched down on all fours. Dumbledore took a hold of him and in a second they had vanished.
"What's wrong with Draco?" Pansey hissed at Hermione pulling her away from the crowd, her nails dug into her skin. "What did you do to my Draco!"
Hermione angrily ripped her arm out of Panseys grasp and glared at the girl. "Nothing, he was hit by a curse, we just brought him back"
Pansey glared once more before warning Hermione that if she found out she was lying that Hermione would be dead.