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Secrets Revealed
The wraith Hermione said goodbye to her fellow spirits. The scene below her was unbearable. Draco looked so miserable waiting on her lifeless form to awake. His sleeping body made her heart leap with happiness. Finally, the depression was lifted. Hermione Granger was ready to start her new life with this wonderful grownup Malfoy.
The returning to one's body was draining. Hermione hadn't imagined how it might feel. It certainly had been easier to leave her body than to return to it.
The lights began to flicker in Hermione's room. A sound crackled by one of her machines, he'd awaken to a loud beeping, that had lowered then steadied itself. Draco blinked his eyes; a dark figure had swooped in through the open window. Who was it? He couldn't tell from the dark hood the person wore, soon another equally dark figure entered behind the first. A moment later Draco was fighting the two wizards at once, not knowing what would happen.
"Mud-blood lover!" Lucius Malfoy sneered, "Blood traitor!" The elder Malfoy's fury poor like acid rain, reminding Draco of that painting of his Great Aunt Black at the Order headquarters.
Draco looked from his tyrant of a father to his sleeping love. If he harms her, I'll make certain he's dead this time round.
"Lucius, I thought you'd be worm food by now." Draco tried to remain unreadable as he spoke to his father; fear crept behind his eyes. Though, he dare not let his father see. The younger of the men matched the elder in stiffness and power. Neither of them paying much attention to the second man, Gerald, standing by the window.
At once they took their stances. Draco thought to when he'd taken that exact stance at Hogwart's with Harry before they had dueled. This would be a matter of who's quicker, smarter, and stronger. Not some classroom demonstration. He and his father went round and round before firing any curses.
A soft moan caught the dueling wizards off guard. Seeking the upper hand, Lucius sent a Stupefy spell towards his treacherous son. Draco regained his composure, the spell missing him. His father had taught him to always keep one eye on your enemy. The steal colored eyes quickly darted toward the witch in the bed. Had she made that sound? Is she coming to? He scanned her head to toe before returning the Stupefy at his father.
Draco thought it odd that Gerald had never moved from his spot by the window. Lucius had given strict orders to his servant to leave his son to him.
Again, Lucius sent a curse in Draco's direction. He was trying desperately to keep as far away from Hermione's bed as he could in the tiny room. His father was a bit rusty. Which Draco used to his advantage.
Hermione's eyes opened slowly, flitting and focusing from one fair-haired man to the other. If only her body wasn't so soft. She tried to find her new wand. Where had Draco put it?
She felt something long under her pillow, slid her hand under there only to discover Draco's hiding place. Wonderful man, she silently said a strengthening spell. Her jelly-like limbs became hard and strong, as if she'd never been comatose.
The father and son were still at it; Draco had thrown a chair at his father.
"Enough playing, Master. Shall I kill him for you?" Gerald hissed, he'd finally grown impatient.
This seemed to anger Lucius, "Avada Cadavra!" He bellowed without warning.
Hermione jumped to her feet, flinging herself over the man who'd cared for her. The only one she had left in her life to love and be loved by, screaming a frantic NO!
A blond wizard harmonized a NO of his own with hers.
The thud echoed throughout the silent room, followed by a deeply evil laugh.
Lucius looked triumphantly at the bodies lying on the floor, only one was deathly still.