This Last Dance
Chapter 06 - The Real Draco Malfoy

Alas! The end is in sight. One more chapter to go after this. All characters belong to Ms. JK Rowling. Thank you. - Angie Graham

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"Nooo!!!" Harry screamed in terror, of seeing his arch-enemy drop to the ground in a heap of limp flesh and bone. "You bastard! You killed him.. He's your heir, why? Why!?!" Harry was driven mad, under normal circumstances he would have been thrilled to have Hermione back for himself, and not having the constant drawl of Draco Malfoy upon him twenty-four/seven. But when someone risks their life for yours, it's a whole different story.

"Why??" Voldemort asked, as if his authority was all that mattered. At that moment, it did. Harry was enraged and enthralled that Voldemort would kill his own heir, a descendant to his throne and Salazar Slytherin's. "He," Voldemort refered to Draco as a piece of filth, "betrayed my very judgement and trust. He swore that he would be a loyal Death Eater until the end. He had sworn by his life, and I took that life from him when he fell in love with your mudblood friend and then came to save her."

Voldemort's eyes flashed dangerously. Hermione's eyes opened wide, as she finally took in what was going on around her. 'Draco's dead because of you... He's dead!' "No.. no.. no.." She whispered, hugging Harry even closer, clinging to him to steady her shaking knees. Hermione faced Voldemort with what courage she could pull together and said plainly, "You deserve to go to hell for what you've done. I hope you do too."

Harry's eyes darted to her, attempting to warn her of the flicker in Voldemort's eyes. It was paranormal. Two teenagers going against the fate of the world if they failed. "I hope you do too." Voldemort mimicked, prancing around like a girly-girl. "Ha! By the time I'm done with you, you'll be wishing you never said that you filthy mudblood! As for you Potter, I hope you go straight to where your mum and dad are.. Just like I killed my own parents."

Ron gasped in disbelief. "Yes! It was I, Tom Riddle who killed them! I killed them! It wasn't the gardener ; it was me! I preformed the Avada Kedavra curse on them and fleed." Voldemort grinned wickedly, exposing his rotting teeth. "Oh, I bet you're wondering why I killed them. Simple, they were only half-bloods. I wanted to rid my descendents of that slight flaw, so we could start fresh and rid the world of those who opposed and were mudbloods and half-bloods!"

"Salazar Slytherin appeared to me in a dream during my third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Before then, I was Tom Riddle the goody-goody. I got good grades, and under the impression of Dumbledore I took the good path. Then when Slytherin came I was one of the first to follow!" Voldemort cackled, but stopped when there was a stirring among the bodies lying out there.

"Voldemort, you deserve to die." A weak voice called out, indeed Draco Malfoy was alive.

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"I thought I killed you, my friend." Voldemort looked at him in desposition. His long black robe covered his entire body, even concealing his hands and a hood covered his head. It allowed only enough room to see the redness in his eyes.

"You thought." Draco looked at Harry, before smiling his smug smile and continuing. "You've always underestimated me, Voldemort. Even when I became a Death Eater and wore alligence to you. I never wanted it. My father forced me to follow your path, a path I have long forgotten until now. You had him murdered after I was announced the heir of your empire. Why? Because you were afraid that he would coach me, as any father would and try to trick me into doing things the way Lucius Malfoy wanted them done. You, Voldemort, are a fool, and a damned stupid fool that walked the face of the Earth!"

Draco felt rather impressed with his speech. Voldemort rolled his eyes, hidden behind his robe. "So I did, didn't I? I wasn't the one who had the Death Eater's mark burned into them, though I did design it. Lovely work isn't it, Draco."

He pulled aside his right hand sleeve to view the ugly mark of his past. "This is only the past. It is my identity before my father died, and now I am a different person. I doubt I will go to Azkaban for killing you, Voldie, and if I do it was for a good cause. No doubt that I have a risk of killing myself this time, and alas I say," Now many things happened in this spur of a second after Draco Malfoy's to-become-famous speech. Draco pointed his wand at Voldemort. Harry shouted out. Hermione ran over to Draco, and... "Avada Kedavra!" Draco screamed, forcing a beam of green light out of his wand to engulf Voldemort.

Harry had a strong urge to help, without resisting temptation Harry soon followed suit and called out "Avada Kedavra!" The whole room was surrounded in the mystical green light. Voldemort's shrieks filled the night air, as the many Hogwarts students crammed the entrances to the Great Hall, the location of the 'showdown' between good and evil was to end. The margins between Slytherin and Gryffindor were erased and became one.

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The final scream pierced the air, and there was no more. The room was silent. Draco looked at Harry and Harry looked at Draco. They had won the battle. The war was far from over. Once the Death Eaters heard about Lord Voldemort and Draco betraying them, they would retaliate in what would become known as the Wizarding War.

Draco smiled, awkwardly at Harry and Hermione before passing out after exhaustion. Harry was looking faint and Hermione was just scared for both of them.. Harry and Draco. The whole of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry slowly entered the Great Hall, surrounding the spot when the battle had been fought. Good banquished evil to the far icy reaches of the Earth, well this evil. "We made it." Harry whispered to Hermione and Ron quietly before joining Draco in a world of dreams.

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Dream

"Harry.. Harry.. Wake up, honey." Harry opened his eyes to see a pair of emerald green eyes staring back at his own. "James! James! Come quickly! I think he's coming to!" An older man, with black hair and green eyes looked down on him. "Harry, I want you to know how proud we are." Lily sniffed, and a tear ran down her cheek, but she tried not to show it through her smile. "You were a miracle.. the moment I saw you after you were born, I knew somehow you would change the world. You have, Harry."

"You have avenged our deaths at last, and those other that Voldemort had taken. You are a hero, Harry." James looked down upon his son, with a certain fatherly- fondness. "I can tell the way that you look at Hermione that you like her. Care for her. Be there with her. Tough times are ahead. I wish I could have gotten to raise you more than I did, perhaps it was meant to be this way. But I want you to know that I will always love you." James smiled, fading into the distance.

"Harry, as your father said we love you dearly. Continue caring and protecting those who mean so much to you. I love you, Harry." Lily smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek and was gone.

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Harry Potter looked over at Draco Malfoy who will still sleeping after their battle with Lord Voldemort two weeks ago. The day of the last dance had been post-poned and secretly Harry was grateful because of the reoccuring dream of battling Lord Voldemort.

"Hey Harry." Ron said, casually. Hermione flung her arms around Harry's neck. She was sobbing with joy. "Congrats on finally beating you-know-who."

"Ron , it isn't you-know-who.. It's you-knew-who!" Harry joked, gently nudging Hermione away. "I'm going to get some sleep so I'll see you guys at the dance tonight."

Ron and Hermione left the room, and Harry could feel an aura around him. "Feeling lucky, Potter?" Draco asked, cooly.

"I guess." Harry replied. Harry turned on his side and closed his green eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

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Next chapter is the final chapter.. Should I make it D/H or H/H.. You must decide or I'll just have to put it D/H, which will make some of you very happy and some of you unhappy.