Dramione in the years 4, 6 & 7
Dramione and The Deathly Hallows Part Five
"My Lord?" Bellatrix squealed. "My Lord, are you hurt? My Lord?" She crouched down beside Voldemort. Harry Potter came in the end; Harry Potter hadn't even attempted to save himself from being killed. He hadn't even said a word, just walked up to them. Like he was ready to die. The next thing Lucius wanted to kill was Draco's relationship.
"I don't need your help." Voldemort said, pushing Bellatrix aside and getting up himself.
"No. Come." Narcissa heard her sister whisper to him. Except Voldemort got up and threw her to the floor. Narcissa made her way towards Harry. His body lay there, lifeless.
"The boy." Bellatrix LeStrange said behind Narcissa. "Is he dead?"
Narcissa was just an inch away from the body, she glanced at the other Death-eaters, before crouching down besides Harry. She felt her breathing get heavier as she examined his body, though there was only one thing she wanted from him. An answer. "Is he alive?" She barely whispered. "Draco, is he alive?" She watched Harry and slowly, he nodded.
She got back up, feeling the burn of everyone's gazes on her. Very slowly she turned around and simply stated: "Dead."
"Hermione." Draco whispered. Hermione dared to open her eyes and looked up, she saw students walking outside. The two held onto each other and walked outside. The first thing Draco saw was his father, he scowled and Draco put his arm more protectively round Hermione. Then he saw Hagrid, carrying Harry Potter's body.
"Who is that Hagrid's carrying?" Ginny shouted. Hermione glanced and saw Ron on his own. "Neville, who is it?"
"Wait here." She mouthed to Draco, he nodded and she went over to Ron.
She got to him just as Voldemort said: "Harry Potter...is dead!"
"No! No!" Ginny shouted, running towards him but her father stopped her.
"Silence." Voldemort demanded, casting a spell at her. "Stupid girl." Then he continued, "Harry Potter is dead. From this day forth, you put your faith..." he moved his hand to his chest. "In me." He sighed, and headed towards the Deatheaters. Hermione was close to crying now, though the shock of it all prevented her from doing so. "Harry Potter is dead!" He shouted at the Deatheaters, waving his arms. They all laughed. Except, Draco noticed, his mother just smiled quickly. "And now is the time to declare yourself. Come forward and join us. Or die." Hermione scowled at him. At them.
Everyone stood still, everyone was quiet and just stared. "Draco." Hermione glanced at Draco Malfoy, it was his father who called him. Everyone was turning around now, looking at him. "Oh, Draco." Draco felt everyone's eyes on him, the Deatheaters, Voldemort, all of Hogwarts.
"Draco." His mother said then. His mother then glanced at Hermione and back at Draco. Her way of telling him that she approved. She didn't care, just as long as he was happy and alive. She simply nodded.
Draco looked around him, and headed towards the other Deatheaters. He heard Hermione gasp, breaking his heart. "Ah. Well done, Dra-"
"No." He stood about two metres from Voldemort, though he was staring at his father. Then, quickly, turned around and walked to Hermione. He put his hand in hers and dared to meet his father's eyes.
"Then you will die too." He heard Voldemort say. Hermione staggered backwards and looked as though she might burst into tears any second. "Well, I must say I'd hoped for better." Voldemort commented, making his followers laugh.
"And who might you be, young man?" Draco saw his father shake his head.
"Neville Longbottom." Neville told him, making the followers laugh again.
"Well, Neville, I'm sure we can find a place for you in our ranks."
"I'd like to say something." Neville interrupted. Voldemort frowned.
"Well, Neville, I'm sure we'd all be fascinated to hear what you have to say." Voldemort insulted him. Hermione gripped Draco's hand tighter.
"It doesn't matter that Harry's gone." Neville began.
"Stand down, Neville." Seamus Finnigan told him.
"People die every day." Neville turned around and met all of their eyes. "Friends, family." He paused. "Yeah. We lost Harry tonight." He continued, "But he's still with us, in here." He pointed at his heart. "So's Fred and Remus. Tonks. All of them." Everyone nodded, like he was teacher and was giving them a lecture. Though he was a student, giving them a lecture in life. "They didn't die in vain." He glanced back at Voldemort, who began smiling. "But you will. Because you're wrong." Voldemort laughed. "Harry's heart did beat for us. For all of us. This is not over."
Suddenly, Neville pulled the sword of Godric Gryffindor from the sorting hat. Then, Harry fell to the floor, everyone stared as he got up and pointed his wand at Voldemort's snake. "Confringo!" He shouted. Draco would never forget the look of surprise on Hermione's face. Or the look of death on his father's.
"Come on." He shouted, pulling Hermione back into Hogwarts. Though, it was like he could hear his father running after him. Ron and Harry soon came.
"I'll lure him into the castle." Harry told them. "We have to kill the snake."
"You'll need this!" Hermione said, pointing at the sword of Godric Gryffindor. Though, Neville ran forward.
"Neville!" Draco shouted, but he was too late.
"No!" Voldemort bellowed, and sent Neville flying backwards. Hermione watched the snake slide beside him just as he apparated.
Draco saw his father being pulled back by his mother, his father pushed her to the ground and apparated as well. Hermione sobbed beside him.
"Where are we going?" Hermione asked and Draco pulled her into the castle, they were running and Hermione could hear spells clashing and walls falling nearby. "Draco!" She shouted, stopping him. She stared at him. "We have to help Harry, what is it you want?" He surprised her by kissing her.
"My father's going to try to kill you and possibly me." They were at the end of a stairway and Hermione was sure she heard Voldemort.
"You'll be safe." She said, holding his hands. Knowing what he was about to do.
He nodded. "For you." He whispered, and then Hermione watched him run off. She didn't have any time to reflect upon anything that had happened there that day, for she heard a hissing sound.
Sure enough, at the top of the stairs a snake slivered between the fallen bricks. Voldemort's snake. Hermione bent down slowly, and picked up a rock. On instinct, she threw it at the snake.
The snake stopped and stared at her, it was very intimidating. It began to sliver towards her, not taking its eyes off of Hermione. Though before it had the chance to do anything Draco came behind and threw a rock at it.
Draco ran further into the castle; he cast a few spells at some Deatheaters. He didn't recognise most of them. Though soon, he came face-to-face with one he did recognise. His own father. Lucius had him pinned against a wall. "Get off me." Draco struggled under his grip.
"You betrayed me." Lucius spat. "You helped that Mudblood after everything I told you." Draco dared to meet his father's eyes.
"You told me I wasn't allowed to see her after fourth year. You told me that she was a mudblood and it was wrong for me to be with her. You told me to stay away from her after that." Draco paused, as his mother apparated to the side of both himself and Lucius Malfoy.
"While I told you to follow your heart." Narcissa confessed. She looked at her husband: "Let him go. Let him save her, then we'll know we've done the right thing." Lucius looked at Draco and then back at Narcissa. "He loves her, he stood up for Voldemort for her. It's time you did the same thing for your own son."
With that, Lucius freed him. "Go." Narcissa instructed Draco, and then she took her husband's hand and apparated out of Hogwarts.
Hermione distracted the snake by throwing yet another rock beside it, though it still followed herself and Draco outside the castle. Draco threw a spell back at it, and the two then fell to the floor. Neville came up behind it, with the sword of Godric Gryffindor and cut it in half. The next was inevitable.
Hermione didn't have to look at Harry or Voldemort to know that Voldemort was quite possibly dead. She clung onto Draco and didn't make a sound.
"Harry you did it!" She then heard Ron shout, and she watched her friend gasp at the sight. "Voldemort's dead, Hermione." Draco whispered. "It's all over."
Draco had taken Hermione to their spot in the library and told her about what his father did. Their spot had been taken over by shattered glass and bricks, but the emotions they'd experienced while there still existed.
"Miss Granger." She looked up to the cheeky smile of Draco's that she loved. He took the book off her. "I'm afraid we don't have time to study when we are practicing to dance." She smiled back at him. "Look, we both know you'll come with me to the ball so there's no point me asking is there?" She smiled at him again.
"Well if somebody asks me, I won't be able to say that anyone else has asked me and that I said I'd go with them."
The two then left their library spot for the last time. They walked downstairs to the Great Hall where everyone was. They were holding hands as well, it felt normal. It felt nice. It felt like the closure of the Slytherin and Gryffindor feud. The closure of the pure-bloods hatred towards the mud-bloods.
"I better go and find my parents." Draco said. "They were talking about leaving here and waiting for me at the Manor, but I-"
"Draco!" Hermione excitedly said, she pointed at his arm. During the course of the battle Draco's sleeves had gotten ripped from spells and the school collapsing. He hadn't thought to look though. "Your mark's gone." Hermione smiled, he smiled back at her and then kissed her.
"Go find Harry." He whispered. Hermione nodded, already spotting him.
She, Ron and Harry walked down the crumbled bridge of Hogwarts. The sun shone on them, Hermione felt the heat on her face. She heard the wind rushing all around her as well, full of excitement. Bird chirped in the distance, telling each other the same three words. Voldemort is dead.
She heard Harry sigh. "Why didn't it work for him, the Elder wand?" Hermione asked, walking towards him.
"It answered to somebody else." Harry replied."When he killed Snape, he thought the wand would become his. But the thing is, the wand never belonged to Snape." Harry paused, and then continued. "It was Bellatrix who disarmed Dumbledore that night in the astronomy tower. From that moment on, the wand answered to her." Hermione nodded, wondering how Bellatrix would have reacted when she found out that for a brief time, she was the owner of the most powerful wand for a while. "Until the other night when I disarmed her at Malfoy Manor." Hermione's eyes widened in shock.
"So that means..." Ron trailed off.
"It's mine." Harry said, fiddling with it.
"What should we do with it?" Ron asked, behind Hermione.
"We?" Hermione gasped, turning around.
"I'm just saying, that's the Elder Wand, the most powerful wand in the world." Ron paused and added: "With that, we'd be invincible."
Harry then grabbed both ends of the wand; Hermione and Ron shared a look and then looked back at Harry. Harry snapped the wand in half and chucked it off the side of the bridge. Hermione and Ron just stared, and realised. The same thing couldn't happen again, where somebody got intoxicated with power.
The trio stood facing out off the bridge. Their years at Hogwarts had come to an end.
19 years later
"Busy day today, isn't it?" Hermione overheard a muggle say around ten thirty. It was the first day of Hogwarts for a majority of the people at King's Cross Station. They were wizards and about to embark on a journey of magic and adventure they'd never forget. Though, for them there would be no Philosopher's Stone, No Chamber of secrets, No escaped Prisoner of Azkaban, Possibly no Goblet of fire, the Order of the Phoenix had been abolished and the Half-blood Prince was dead. The Elder Wand had been 'destroyed' according to the new Minister of Magic Ronald Weasley, The Reviving Stone had never been found, while the Cloak of Invisibility was with one of the many young students travelling to Hogwarts that day.
Hermione glanced at Draco Malfoy, hugging his son Hugo. He'd been a great father over the years and definitely didn't pass any of his Slytherin traits to him. "What house will I be in, Mummy?" Rose, their daughter, asked Hermione.
"Well let's see you're brave, that's Gryffindor, loyal, that's Hufflepuff, but you're smart too and that's Ravenclaw. Let's not forget all the sneaking around you get up to – and that would be Slytherin." Rose smiled at her mother, who smiled back. Hugo was in second year, and had platinum blonde hair just like Draco, he was in Slytherin. Though, they weren't as evil or cunning anymore, for there was a tale of a Slytherin Son and a Gryffindor Girl who fell in love.
Little did they know just how far that love took them.
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