Revamped

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Hannah slumped against the wall, holding in her chest as if her heart may leap out onto the floor. Everything he had told her had been a lie. He never wanted to bring his mother here, he wanted to bring the Death Eaters so he could kill—kill—Dumbledore.

"You used me," she spat, looking at her feet in disgust. She couldn't look at the man that, even now, she still loved. "You lied to me!" The words tasted like bile on Hannah's tongue.

"No, I didn't lie. That much," he added lamely, trying to grab at her hands. She pulled them away. "Okay, fine, I did lie. But he will kill my mum or me if I don't kill Dumbledore. What would you do if it was your mum, Abbott?"

Hannah looked up at Draco, his steel eyes hard with resolve. "Tell Dumbledore," she growled. Draco groaned in exasperation, turning and walking in an impatient circle. "He could do something about it. He could save you." She pushed off against the wall and took a few tentative steps towards him.

"No one can save me!" he screamed, turning around to face the cowering girl. His eyes flashed with anger. "It's too late, there's no other way now." His voice softened. Hannah felt the familiar lump in her throat and the heat spread in her face. Draco gathered her into his arms, pulling her into the place where his neck and shoulder met.

She didn't push away, she hadn't the strength left. She had thought her world could never crash down around her ever again, but she was clearly wrong. He buried his nose in her hair, kissing the top of her head as she dampened the arm of his robe. "Come with me," he whispered. Hannah wouldn't have heard him if he hadn't been so close to her.

Her sobs froze mid tremor. She pulled away slowly and looked into his sharp, angular face. "I can't," she croaked. Her voice returned slowly and again she tried to speak. "I can't go with you. My mum—she was—she was a…."

"Muggle born, yes, I know, but my family doesn't. You can be a different Hannah Abbott, from a different family. A respectable one. And we can run away tonight and be married and everything will be all right!" He was practically screaming at her with urgency, gripping her tightly by the shoulders.

She looked at him critically, this boy who had been a man. His eyes had a psychotic glow that Hannah had never seen before. They were as hard frozen metal. It scared her. She looked down at his white knuckles gripping into her arms. "You're hurting me, Draco," she whispered. His grip softened and eventually he released her.

"I'm sorry," he croaked. He sounded close to tears and Hannah couldn't stand to see the hurt all over his face. She ran her hand over his smooth and sculpted jaw before leaning in and planting a loving kiss on his lips.

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That night, Hannah wrapped her cloak around her shoulders and pulled up the dark hood. She examined herself in the mirror. The usual badger necklace she wore was tucked inside her suitcase. In its place, a solitaire diamond necklace sat on her collarbone. Draco had given it to her, to make her look more respectable. Her blonde hair was meticulously arranged and her face made over.

And as she inspected herself in the mirror, she thought she passed off as a Slytherin rather well.

She didn't say goodbye to the room that had been her home for six years. She didn't nod as she passed her former friends in the common room, though they called after her. She didn't even try to hide as she walked out of the castle and made a beeline for the Forbidden Forest. She didn't feel that it was necessary, as the Dark Mark lit the path before her.

The black of her cloak, the hood raised to cover her blonde hair, helped her hide among the trees. She needed all the help she could get when trying to pass around the back of Hagrid's hut. The foolish dog he kept outside almost gave her away, but she continued on without raising too much alarm. She headed silently just within the cover of the tree line without crossing too deep into the dangerous forest.

Draco had instructed Hannah to wait at the gates of the grounds, out of sight and carefully dressed. Hannah didn't think she could give in to Draco's unthinkable request. She didn't think she could disgrace her mother by saying she had never known her, that the dead woman meant nothing to her. But there she stood, near the gate, hidden in the trees with green dress robes on, ready to give up the memory of her mother for a man.

But Draco was different. He was special. He loved her and Hannah loved him. Her mother was gone and it was sad, but she wasn't going to come back. Draco was here now and needed her. He needed her with him.

The hours passed slowly. Hannah saw Dumbledore and Harry Potter rush past on brooms and land on the Astronomy Tower. She saw Dumbledore fall and even though she gasped out loud, she felt proud knowing it was her Draco that had done it. More time passed before she saw the figures running down the grounds toward her. She moved to the gates and held them open as Snape and Draco came rushing through them. Draco grabbed her by the waist and, with one last look back at the illuminated windows of Hogwarts, they Disapperated into the night.