Draco ran down the hallway after bidding a farewell to Hermione. He felt completely sick to his stomach at the thought of what was still to come. He all of a sudden had no control of his and Hermione's futures and he hated it. He ran towards the commotion, making his way in what seemed to be the general direction of the entrance hall. He raised his left hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead whilst his right drew out his wand as he neared the commotion in the entrance hall. It was absolute chaos, spells were flying everywhere, the noise was astronomical and there were people laying on the ground among the rubble and glass.
Knowing that neither side would hurt him whilst his allegiance was still mostly unknown, he headed out the front doors to find his parents without so much as a side wards glance to see who was battling who. Even though he thought that no one would hurt him intentionally as yet, he made his way quickly. He simply didn't have the time to get caught up trying to help anyone and that would certainly give him away. He ran through the courtyard desperately searching for that blonde hair that so perfectly matched his own. Suddenly he saw a tall man with long blonde hair standing over a body to the side of the yard nearing some trees. He could hardly bare to look at who the person on the ground was, but when he realised it was just another anonymous Death Eater he sighed in relief.
"Father!" He called and spun the man around to see Lucius Malfoy's face staring back at him.
"Draco." His father's cruel face was suddenly flooded with relief, he took a quick look around and pulled him behind a tree. "Your Mother and I thought that perhaps you had abandoned the cause."
"Never, Father."Draco gritted his teeth as he realised the main reason for his father's relief was that he hadn't defected. Typical father, he thought with a bit of malice, always looking after his own skin first.
"What was with your letters?" Lucius' harsh face looked down upon him. "The Dark Lord has been on our case for weeks. He is not a patient man. That mark on your arm is not a joke Draco."
"You don't think I know what this means?" Draco's left arm twitched slightly at the reference. "You know that there was nothing I could do, they were monitoring everyone. " Draco pleaded with his father. "Just because Dumbledore trusted me doesn't mean that anyone else did. Just about everyone in the school was waiting for me to screw up and show who I really was, am." He corrected quickly.
"Dumbledore always was a foolish man." Resentment dripped off every word of Lucius' sentence, as he surveyed what of the battle he could see through the trees.
"Where is Mother?" Draco ignored the his father's last remark.
"She's not here." He growled, his eyes meeting Draco's once more. "We were not anticipating such a reception from the Order. Not all of us are here."
Draco swallowed what felt like a large lump in the back of his throat. Maybe it was for the best that he would not say goodbye to his Mother. At least with his father he could keep his emotions in check.
"Why don't you all retreat?" Draco questioned his father. "This seems rather pointless, unless there is something of importance here you're looking for?""
"No one wants to make the call to Voldemort. This was meant to be an easy power move, but it has turned into a complete mess... Someone must be a rat." He growled staring through the leaves at the backs of the other Death Eaters.
Just then a stray spell whizzed past the tree they were hiding behind. Draco nearly jumped out of his skin, he was too engrossed in his father's use of the word rat.
"We better go fight." Draco's father gave him a quick squeeze on the shoulder and headed back to the battle, and with a heavy heart Draco followed after him.
When he was back in the battle Draco spent most of his time throwing up defensive spells, when he did have to attack he purposefully missed or used spells that weren't so dangerous. Luckily because it was such a hectic scene, no one seemed to notice. All the while his eyes constantly scanned the crowds of people fighting for Hermione, to no avail. He could only hope that she was okay, fighting inside somewhere. It was the same as always, she was always right there, at the back of his mind.
"Oi Draco you ferret!" Draco rolled his eyes as he turned to face Harry. Of course Potter was laying it on thick he scowled. It would go completely against his nature to face an attack from Harry bloody Potter and go down without a fight. At least he did something right, Draco though to himself, Draco was standing near the edge of a hill he would be able to fall back and the bodies could be swapped easily. "Finally showing your true colours are you, Head Boy? I always knew you were scum!"
Although Draco knew that Harry was just trying to get as much attention as possible so that there would be more witnesses to his 'death', he still couldn't help but get worked up at the boy he had spent most of the last seven years hating.
"And I always knew you'd meet a bloody end, Potter." Draco snarled back. "But I did hope that it would be at my hands. I guess wishes do come true."
Harry raised his wand towards Draco, a look of hatred that Draco hoped was for show on his face. Draco put one hand on his wand, raising it as if to strike even though he knew it never would and put the other hand in his pocket, wrapping it tightly around the quill that would serve as a portkey to wherever the hell he was going. He only had time to brace himself before he was frozen, knocked to the ground and down the hill behind him, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he fell out of consciousness. Within a few seconds of him hitting the ground, the quill glowed red hot and yanked him into the air, far away from the battle, his family and Hermione.
