Chapter 7
Guess who doesn't own Harry Potter?
(Hint: It's me)
"Protezione!" Hermione spat out, waving her wand in an arc. A bluish light spread from the tip of her wand, and surrounded the room. Bellatrix paused a bit, as if waiting for the spell to hit her. When nothing happened, she grinned devilishly and continued to pound spells at Hermione. Hermione, who had drained her energy into that spell, was not able to fully block some of Bellatrix's spells, resulting in her getting hit by the Cruciatus.
"Deja-vu, huh? Ironic." was Hermione's immediate thought.
And then the world faded to black.
Draco didn't even hear the screams at first. He was so intent on battling, that Blaise had had to nudge him (Extremely hard) and point quickly to Hermione, who was writhing on the floor.
When they both noticed that the screams had stopped, they both sighed in relief.
Then they noticed that Hermione's movements had stopped too.
Draco was not in a good position. He needed to help Hermione before she got hurt, or even killed (AN: Or worse, expelled). But, he also had to fight alongside Blaise before he died as well. Oh, and Potter probably wants help as well. Great.
"Why does everyone need me? Like, honestly," Draco groaned. Blaise managed to cock his eyebrow at him while dodging a purple spell Draco had never heard of or seen, for that fact, before.
"Arrogant, are we?" Blaise asked. "Hermione will have a fit once she hears about you and your hero complex now. You can be the new Potter! I can see it already : 'Former Death Eater Turns a New Leaf and Saves War Heroine'. "
Draco rolled his eyes. "Focus on fighting and I'm going to see if Granger's okay!"
Blaise nodded, then shouted back, annoyed. "You were the one that distracted me in the first place!"
Draco crossed his fingers, and ran across the room, hoping that Blaise could hold off the two Death eaters. Hermione was still on the floor, her brown curls spread out around her face. Bellatrix was shooting hexes at her, but seemed bored now that Hermione was no longer squirming or making any noise.
"Ennervate!"
Hermione's eyes slowly drooped open, and then in a flash, Bellatrix was back in action, Crucios all over the place. Draco looked on, in horror.
"It's similar, it's it Draco?" Bellatrix asked silkily.
Draco couldn't move. All he could think of was that fated day all those years ago. When he hadn't helped her. He wondered if Hermione still held a grudge over that day.
Bellatrix's familiar voice brought Draco out of his short reverie. "See, Draco? You won't help her this time either. You belong here, standing. And she - no, it- belongs on the floor, like the mud their blood is made of. Join me, Draco."
Draco looked at Bellatrix warily. "I don't think I want to."
Bellatrix stared at him, anger building in her eyes. "Always the weak one, huh, Draco? You're just like your mother, such a coward."
Draco saw red. "Do not mention my mother!"
"Ohhh, I didn't realize. Sore spot?" Bellatrix smiled again, showing off her yellow and cracked teeth. She twirled her wand around her finger and stared at Draco.
He stared back. The two of them looked at each other for a while, wands drawn, before immediately starting to fight.
As soon as the first spell left Bellatrix's wand, she crumpled, to the ground.
What the hell.
Deciding to think about it later, Draco bound Bellatrix up in magical ropes, and rushed to see how Hermione was faring. He put two fingers against her wrist, and sighed in relief as he felt the skin pulse.
Blaise was by his side within the next few seconds.
Draco raised his eyebrows, impressed. "You managed to beat both of them?"
Blaise shrugged. "Kinda. As soon as Ms. Bitchy Bitch fell, they both turned around and stopped fighting. That being said, how'd you get her into those ropes?"
"I have no idea," was all Draco could say. "Well, should we grab Potter and get going then?"
"Definitely," Blaise replied. "It's been at least 3 hours now since I last ate food, and I'm really feeling the aftereffects."
Draco rolled his eyes, but grinned. Good to know some people never change.
Honestly, Blaise was about 0.02% sure about what had just happened. It had occurred so fast, it slipped from his view. So, one minute all I can hear is Bellatrix's annoying laugh, and now she's on the floor?
But, after being friends with Draco for a few years when they were younger, Blaise had finally learned something called "Don't question things."
Now, he and Draco were watching over Harry and Hermione, and occasionally giving each a small healing spell. They had originally planned on apparating away, but having to apparate two other people that are knocked out, while you're incredibly tired is not usually a good idea. Instead, they waited patiently (well, impatiently on Draco's part) for the backup to arrive.
Everything was going relatively well on everyone's part but Hermione's. Draco had a small wound on his shoulder that could be healed instantly. Blaise looked a bit more battered, but would not suffer anything long term. Harry, they weren't completely sure about since neither of them were Healers, but he seemed to just have a few scars (More to add to his collection, Blaise though) and a cut on the back of his head. However, both Blaise and Draco knew that Harry had probably gone through the Cruciatus, so there was no real knowing how he would turn out. But the real issue - Hermione. Blaise had heard Bellatrix say, "Crucio!" many, many, many, times. And he knew what had happened to Neville's parents.
That wouldn't happen to her, right?
AN: I'm sorry for not posting for a while, and that this chapter is short, but I'll make it up at some point. PARCC testing is starting soon and all of my teachers are going crazy or something about it.
