Give it all up
Draco Malfoy walked down Knockturn
alley, with his hands shoved in his pockets.
He stopped when he came to a bleak, derelict building, at the back of
one of the Dark arts shops.
The door stood in front of him, dark
and foreboding. Draco knew if he went through it, if he went through with this,
he could never come back. Yeah, sure, he could walk through and come back
easily, but the good Draco, the part of him that She'd loved, would be erased
forever. He put his hand on the door handle. It felt cold, almost as cold as he
felt inside.
"Draco! Don't!!"
Damn, Not now! He turned sharply,
angry with himself for being so engrossed in his thoughts. He'd not heard the
Knight bus pull up behind him.
"Hermione."
The girl had practically flown off
the bus, her mane of curly hair streaming behind her. She ran into his arms.
"What are you doing here?" he asked
her.
"What do you mean 'what am I
doing here?' What are you doing here?! I thought we'd talked about
this."
"You know I had to come. If I
hadn't, my family, my father would-"
"Oh Draco, we could have done
something, would could have run away together…" Her voice trailed off. She knew
the harsh reality of what she was saying.
"I know you don't like it, but
neither do I. I had to come. We've got no choice!"
Hermione started to say something,
but Draco held her back, and cupped her chin in his hand.
"Please try to understand Hermione.
And try to get out of here while you have the chance, it's not safe for people
like you around here."
"What, you mean Mudbloods
like me?!"
He turned the handle behind his
back. "Goodbye."
Tears began to well up in her eyes.
"You know where I am if you need me."
"Goodbye, Hermione."
She was left facing a closed door.
"'Bye."
Draco
stood in the darkness of the room, glad that no-one could see the tears
coursing down his cheeks.
"There you are boy!" said Lucius
Malfoy, walking calmly up to his son. "Go and put these robes on, they're all
waiting for you."
"Yes, father" Draco said, and
sniffed.
"What's that on your face?"
"It's Nothing!" snapped Draco,
snatching the robes, and wiping his eyes.
Lucius looked at him strangely. "If you say so Draco."
"I Do!"
"Hurry up then!"
Lucius stalked off.
Draco sighed and went
into the changing room. He turned on the light and saw his face in the mirror.
Heh. So this was the great Draco Malfoy, crying because of some girl. Funny, he
hadn't cried since, now when was it?
They say that I'm crazy,
Oh yeah, that day
in the second year when he'd called Hermione a 'Mudblood'. He hadn't meant to,
it had just happened. Draco had known he hadn't got into the Quidditch team
because of his talent, like Harry had, so he'd taken it out on her. He had
cried himself to sleep that night, remembering the look on her face at what
he'd said. Even then he couldn't bear to see her hurt like that.
And
it's probably true.
Despite himself, Draco grinned. It
had been funny though, when Ron's curse had backfired, and he was belching
slugs for hours.
But
I'm at my happiest,
Draco had always had something to
smile about when he was with those three. Whether he was laughing at them or,
in the later Hogwarts
years, with them. He and Hermione had discovered each other in the sixth year
of school, and after that, nothing could keep them apart.
When
I am with you.
That was, nothing could keep them
apart until now. His thoughts were jerked back to the present. He mechanically
unfolded the ceremonial robes, and pulled them over his head. Then he surveyed
himself in the mirror. They were black robes, with a red skull on the front.
The Dark mark of Voldemort.
There
is a distance between us,
He leaned nearer the mirror, and ran
his hands a few times through the white-blond bangs that Hermione had always
loved. Not that he cared about looking good for Voldemort's inner circle, it
was just habit by now. He examined his face, and wiped away the last few tears
from his cobalt blue eyes.
"Draco!!" someone was banging at the
door. "C'mon! It's starting!!"
Oh brilliant, thought Draco. The
abominable Crabbe and Goyle. He opened the door. "Get some patience already,
I'm coming!"
So far that I can't reach.
"Oi! You ready yet?" asked Crabbe.
"Yeah, as I'll ever be." Draco closed
the door behind him, and followed the two boys up the stairs. He wondered if
they'd still be his friends if they knew he'd been hanging around at school
with Harry, Ron and Hermione more than he had with them. He decided however,
they were just too thick. He also wondered if he'd still be here, if any of
those who were waiting for him knew that he'd been partly responsible for
Voldemort's final demise. He reached the top of the stairs, and followed Crabbe
and Goyle through the curtains, onto a stage.
The
stage lights shine so brightly,
As his eyes got used to the bright
light, he could see the line of young wizards waiting to be initiated. He
joined Crabbe and Goyle in the line. He could recognize most of them from
Slytherin. At the front of the stage, he could see his father, speaking into a
microphone, to the crowd of Dark wizards assembled underneath.
"-After the unfortunate demise of
our honorable leader, Lord Voldemort, it is becoming more and more important to
receive the younger generation into our ranks. So, with that said, we are
welcoming these young wizards into the Death eaters, including my son, Draco
Malfoy"
But
still I get no peace.
Draco sighed. His father wouldn't be so proud of him if he
knew who had been to blame for Voldemort's
death.
"-Draco, would you like to come forward?"
He walked towards his father, who threw his arm around the
boy's shoulders. The open display of affection surprised Draco, Lucius must
have been genuinely proud of his
only son. Suddenly Draco spotted a familiar face in the crowd.
And I'm a long
long way from you…
It was Hermione! She was peering out
of a black hood that reminded him of the ones the Dementors wear. She just
didn't give up, did she? Even with that silly disguise she was still taking a
stupid risk! Oh no… Not them! Standing next to her were two other figures in
black hoods. The bits of red hair sticking out of one hood, and the glasses
that could be seen in the other, gave away who it was. Harry Potter and Ron
Weasley. Probably there to gloat at his misfortune. But no, that was the old
Draco talking, they were friends now.
But all the same, he didn't like
them watching his initiation into the Death eaters.
But
I'd give it all up just for you,
Just
to have you near me.
It was bad enough for Draco as it
was. He didn't want his new found friends seeing how evil he would have to be,
how evil he was going to become. He now knew that he didn't want to go through
with this. Seeing her again, after he thought they'd said goodbye forever, had
made him realize something.
I'd
give it all up just for you,
You
bring me up, you bring me down,
You
turn me inside out,
He knew, that if he had the choice,
between life with her and the life his family wanted for him, he'd choose her. He
also knew he had no choice.
And
I'd give it all up just for you.
He had stopped listening to what his
father was saying, some speech about how they must carry on Voldemorts legacy
and all that, but Lucius had now paced over to a large cauldren. The crowd was
making more noise than they had been before, craning their necks to see what he
was doing. Of course. The initiation ceremony consisted of more than just a big
speech and a cup of hot butterbeer (he wished!) Lucius was preparing to give
the young wizards the Dark Mark. A tattoo of a skull on their arm, which would
start to burn whenever Voldemort wanted to summon them. Draco had assumed the
cruel practice had been disposed of when Voldemort had been destroyed, but
obviously not. Hermione and the others were looking worried, and began to try
and attract Draco's attention by waving desperately at him.
I've
been hearing some stories,
Of
couples so in love.
Draco glared at them, willing them to
stop. Not only were they attracting his attention, but also some of the
crowd's. They were going to get found out if they kept it up. Hermione saw what
he meant, and nudged the others to shut them up. She kept on mouthing something
at Draco, but he couldn't understand her.
But
they've spent so much time apart,
They
never seem to work.
Oh. Right. She was telling him exactly
the same thing she had outside. That 'he couldn't really go through with this.'
She'd risked coming in here to tell him that? As Lucius began to lead Draco
over to the cauldron, she looked at him pleadingly.
And
I'm a long, long way from you…
Draco wished he could show her how he felt, that he didn't
want to leave her, but he knew he couldn't. He reached the cauldron and began
to roll up his sleeve in preparation for the spell.
But
I'd give it all up just for you,
Hermione was gesturing frantically again, but this time
pointing to something she had concealed up her sleeve. Her wand. But what good
would that do? Harry and Ron also had theirs. They couldn't be planning to
'rescue' him, could they?
Just
to have you near me.
It would be just the type of thing
those three would think of though, something thoroughly stupid, but also
thoroughly heroic, like the type of fairy tale ending you see in books. But how
could three wizards who had only just graduated take on an entire hall of Death
Eaters?
To Draco's surprise, he heard voices
in his head, just a memory, of when they had persuaded him to help against
Voldemort.
"How do you expect three junior wizards
to take on Voldemort and his entire army and come out alive?"
"It doesn't have to be just us three
Draco." Said Harry.
"Oh? So you're expecting an army of
your own are you?"
"No," said Hermione. "We only need
four."
"And where are you going to find a
wizard thick enough to help you out?"
Well, Draco had walked right in to
that one. He'd ended up helping them, and they'd saved the world together. Not
something a Malfoy gets the chance to do every day. Maybe these fairy tales did
have some truth after all…
I'd
give it all up just for you,
All the Death eaters were here for this
ceremony. If they got rid of them now, even if it meant they're own deaths,
Voldemort's legacy of pain and suffering would be gone for good. Anyway, when
had the great Harry Potter dared to do anything that Draco Malfoy couldn't?
(Actually. This had happened a lot of times, but Draco just told himself
differently.) If Hermione was willing to take the risk, then so was he.
You
bring me up, you bring me down,
He looked at Hermione, and then discreetly got out his wand. He
would have given anything for a photograph of her face just then, she looked so
happy, even in the face of danger.
You
turn me inside out,
If he was going to do something, he
needed to do it now. The Death eaters started clapping as Lucius got out the
brand, which was a small skull, maybe that of an elf or something, on the end
of a black wand. It was glowing red hot, and the skull seemed to be grinning at
him evilly. As Lucius drew Draco's arm closer to the skull, he winked at
Hermione…
And
I'd give it all up just for you…
