A/N: So this is another Dramione fanfic of mine. The idea to it came to me in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep. Or maybe I couldn't sleep because of it? Either way I plan on this story to be a little shorter, maybe about 10 chapters that are all not that long. It's more of a mini-story I guess. The beginning of it is Draco's POV, but later there are also others.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the Characters or settings. The lovely J.K. Rowling does and hopefully always will.
He almost yawned as he shot another halfhearted curse at the French girl in front of him. Truth was he could have killed her about twenty minutes ago if he had wanted to, she wasn't exactly a challenge for him. But then again, who was? He didn't want to kill her though, he didn't want anyone from the Order to die today. He had known for a while that the path he had taken wasn't the right one to take. He was not a Deatheater, he did not think that Muggle-borns were scum and he sure didn't admire the Dark Lord. He had been forced into his ranks and had been forced to stay in them. Just like his mother. And that all because his father had made some really bad decisions a couple of years ago. But he knew that even his parents were smart enough to understand how wrong they had been. He knew that they, just like him, were ready to do something drastic. To finally change the way people looked at them and to finally change the way they were looking at themselves. He dodged a Stupor curse Fleur had shot at him easily and let his eyes wander around the hallway. It was absolutely empty except for another fighting couple right next to him. Hermione Granger was fighting Theodore Nott Senior and was standing almost right next to Draco. It would have been so easy for him to just send a curse her way and she never would have seen it coming. He could kill her if he wanted to. But luckily for her, he didn't. He sent another curse towards Fleur and sighed. That would probably keep her busy for a while. It wasn't like she was a bad fighter, he was just so much better.
He regarded Hermione again and watched her as she had her hands full with trying to dodge Nott's curses and still find the time to shoot a few back at him too. She was obviously not ready to fight against a Deatheater just yet. For a moment he thought about the possibility that Nott was playing around with her, just like Draco was playing around with Fleur. He really would have expected the best friend of Harry Potter to be a little more powerful than that, a little more experienced. And still he was sure that he could beat her in the blink of an eye in an one-on-one duel. But soon that wouldn't matter anymore anyway. As he was following her with his eyes he shot another lazy curse at Fleur. Then suddenly he saw a curse as black as a raven shoot towards Hermione, who was still too busy with fighting off the last curse to see what was coming towards her. This curse looked like death itself even though it wasn't the killing curse. He knew exactly that that curse was something far worse than Avada Kedavra. Without thinking about it he ran the couple of feet over to her and pushed her to the side. Looking back at it it would have been smarter to just use his wand, but in that moment he forgot he was a wizard for the first time in his life, when bold fear rushed through him. Before he could get out of the zone of danger himself he felt a piercing pain shoot through his right arm. It felt as if the arm was being amputated the Muggle way. Tears shot in his eyes, but he knew he didn't have time to give in to his pain at the moment. He raised his wand and yelled "Avada Kedavra!" as loud as he could. A green curse ran towards Nott who was too confused to react. The curse hit him right into the chest and he fell over. Draco fell down on his knees as well, fighting against the breath-taking pain in his right arm. For one moment everything went black around him, but he couldn't give up that easily. This was not the time to pass out. He had to fight so he could end all of this. He had to be conscious. The struggle with the pain became more and more over-whelming, to a point where Draco knew he wouldn't be able to get up that day at all. But suddenly the pain disappeared almost completely and his surroundings appeared around him again. He raised his arm a little bit and the pain shot back through it, so he lowered it again. Then his eyes finally fell on the lump body in front of him. Knowing that the curse hadn't hit her since it had hit him, he figured he must have knocked Hermione out when he had pushed her out of the way. His eyes then shot up to the beautiful silver-blond girl that was just staring at him, too confused to know what to do. After a couple of seconds Fleur finally lowered her wand and ran over to him and Hermione, kneeling down next to her. Knowing that she would be taken care of Draco got up while Fleur lightly slapped Hermione's cheeks, trying to get her to wake up. Sighing Draco rolled up the sleeve of his right arm and examined his arm where the curse had hit him. He couldn't make out a change in his skin. He noticed that Fleur was now staring at his arm intently, then her eyes wandered up to his. A weird expression was on her face, one that he had only seen from his mother a couple of times in his life. He decided to just ignore this and glare at her.
"No one can know about this." He hissed and without waiting for a reaction from her he ran down the corridor.
When he was in an empty corridor he stopped in his tracks and rested against the wall for a couple of seconds. This didn't matter, he had known that something like it could happen. He had been prepared for this. The only thing that mattered was stopping the war and the Dark Lord. He couldn't let his emotions come in the way of his goal. He would take care of this after the war was won, but for now the only thing that was important was helping as much as he could. He opened his eyes again when he heard hasty footsteps. He saw Harry running down the corridor, straight towards him, obviously not seeing him standing there. Draco straightened up and moved to the middle of the corridor. He just stood there, his wand raised towards Harry until said boy finally made out his presence. He stopped immediately, a shocked expression on his face.
"Avada Kedavra!" Draco yelled and Harry's eyes opened up even wider, his mouth opening slightly. The curse rushed right past Harry and hit the Deatheater that had followed Harry right in the heart. Harry turned around, surprised, and eyed the dead Deatheater behind him. Realization hit him and he slowly made his way over to Draco.
"Thank you so much, Malfoy!" he said, breathing heavily.
"No problem, Potter. You should know that me and my parents are on your side. No one should know though. Not yet."
Harry nodded, understanding the tactical advantage that that could bring him in the end. Draco looked around the corridor for a little bit. Pieces of the wall were lying all around the floor, portraits were damaged. He couldn't stand seeing Hogwarts in this condition. He had never hesitated telling people how much he hated Hogwarts and Dumbledore, but the truth was that he loved it just like Harry did. Just like to Harry, Hogwarts was his real home to him. It was a place to flee from his parents' power over him. The place were all of his best memories had taken place. And now it was being destroyed by some filthy little Deatheaters. Only one more reason for him to end this war and stop the Dark Lord. It seemed like Harry wanted to say something, but was cut off when a red curse was flying towards him. Again Draco threw himself in front of a Gryffindor and caught the curse for him without thinking about it. But even if he had thought about it he would have done it this time. He couldn't let the boy who lived get hit by a curse, not today. Besides this one was most likely just a Stupor curse. But nonetheless pain shot trough his back, which brought the glistening pain in his right arm back as well. Still he was fighting against the unconsciousness, but his body couldn't handle the pain anymore. Everything around him went black again. He held onto consciousness as long as he could, but eventually the battle was lost for him.
A/N: From the first chapter you probably can't really tell where this story is going, but I'm just asking you to wait a little longer and keep reading. It will pay off for you. This chapter is more of a prologue. So as always let me know what you think and review! Thanks!