The final war. The doomsday. It had arrived.
Spells were being fired in every direction. An 'Expelliarmus' here, an unforgivable there. Shots of green, red and blue light flew all around from various wands. Each to his own. Everyone on the field from the Order's side were making sure their injured were looked after. Death eaters didn't bother. They fought like maniacs, like machines, robots built to fight.
Draco Malfoy stood in one corner behind a tree hiding from the battle. His arm was bleeding profusely. He had closely escaped a "sectusempra" but was unable to heal himself. He waited behind the tree for the bleeding to subside. He had taken no sides. He had come with the death eaters but after seeing their ruthlessness, he only defended himself using basic shield spells. He didn't want to hurt either side.
Hermione Granger stumbled to a dark shady tree. She had been blinded by a spell that flew dust into her eyes. She needed a moment to recover. She mumbled a quick healing spell on herself and her eyesight was corrected. She breathed deeply and leaned against the tree for a moment, just to catch her breath. She didn't know which side was winning but she knew both had lost a lot. She wanted the battle to stop now. That's when she heard the shuffling of footsteps coming towards her. She cast a "protego" on herself and waited.
Draco turned around and walked towards where the sound of heavy breathing was coming from. He wanted to make sure he was safe while he hid.
Hermione saw his shoes before she heard his voice. "Oh! You. Are you ok?" he asked her. "Ye..ees" she replied.
Suddenly her gaze went to his bloody arm. "You're hurt." She stated. "Thanks for stating the obvious Granger. You're a real know-it-all!" "Drip sarcasm once more and I'll be prompted to not perform the counter curse. Sectusempra I presume?" she asked him, already knowing the answer. He looked at her as if she had stated that the sun was the center of the solar system and not the earth, an obvious fact.
"I'll ignore that." she said and quickly muttered the counter curse.
"Why are you helping me? Am I not the enemy?" he asked.
"No. you're not the enemy. I've been observing you. You only defended yourself. I understand that yours is a difficult choice to make. You can't choose sides. I respect your middle ground."
"You noticed me in the middle of the war?"
"Well, yes. Now if you excuse me, I have a war to get back too." She started to walk away and then she turned around and spoke barely above a whisper, "I hope to see you on the other side."
He waved her a weak wave. She's really pretty, he thought, and I'm definitely going crazy for just thinking that!
I really hope he can keep himself safe and I can keep myself alive. Hermione mumbled a quick prayer and stood beside Harry who was now facing Lord Voldemort…