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The story she would call his redemption, the story he would call his salvation.
Draco Malfoy never expected his life to be full of pain and suffering, he was losing a rigged game. Finding the light is harder than they said and he doesn't see much purpose in that light. As he sees it either way he's a goner, whether that be in death or losing his soul. Hermione Granger never expected to be the one to help him into the light. He was her tormentor, he was everything she was fighting against. Underneath the dark exterior was there someone worth helping? Or would she be wasting her time?
PREFACE
HE NEVER EXPECTED TO be here holding her to his chest, amid all the destruction as the others stared on. The confused stares and betrayed looks coming from around the room were piercing but all he could focus on was the girl. He couldn't pinpoint the exact moment it all changed, what he did know is that he didn't regret the path he taken. If he had to go through all the pain and suffering again just for it all to end with her in his arms, he would do it over and over to keep the same outcome. He pulled her back gently wiping her tears, brown met gray and he savored this moment for he knew she would soon be pulled away by those she called friends. It was the same people who considered him to be the enemy, a coward, a Death Eater.
Where had his self-preservation gone? He was more concerned about making sure she was okay than the destruction they would do to him. Could he blame them? Absolutely not. He deserved everything they threw his way, but they didn't know his story or their story. How completely and utterly soul crashing his task was for him. How after he found a little glimmer of hope she made it even brighter. The story she would call his redemption, the story he would call his salvation. It was in that moment they ripped her from him as she screamed out her protests, he closed his eyes awaiting the fate they would thrust upon him.