Disclaimer: The characters and setting belong to J. K. Rowling. The plot, however, is mine. It sucks too bad to be hers.
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Elisabeth managed to pull away. "Harry! What are you-"
She stopped suddenly, seeing Draco with his wand pulled. Her heart froze and she was at a loss for words.

"What the FUCK is going on here!? I knew I should have killed you while I had the chance, Potter. I'm not going to miss that chance again."
Elisabeth quickly moved in front of Harry. "Stop this! Draco, can we talk about this? Let us explain...." Draco kept his wand pointed in the same direction, now towards her. "I really have nothing to say to you right now other than get the hell out of my way," Draco growled.

Harry stepped out from behind Elisabeth, his hands held out in a surrendering manner. "Look Draco, it was my fault. I kissed her, she didn't kiss me. She tried to pull away. Don't blame her. But if you are going to be angry with me, which is understandable, then let's settle this properly. With dignity. Let's have a wizard's duel."
Draco narrowed his eyes. "You come in and try to steal away my bride to be and I should give you a fair chance?" Harry really didn't have words. Elisabeth had stepped back in front of Harry. 'Please Draco. Accept his offer, but do it later. Wait until another day, when you've cooled off a little."

Draco smiled bitterly. "Fine! Right here, tomorrow night. Midnight. I suppose I'll give you one more day to be The Boy Who Lived." He grabbed Elisabeth firmly by the wrist and apparated them both back to Malfoy Manor. He dragged her down the hall, still firmly holding her wrist as she screamed in protest. She hadn't been this scared since that night...months ago. He yanked her into the bedroom and slammed the door. "Draco.. please let me ex-"
"SHUT UP!!! I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear who kissed who or why." He gathered up a few of his belongings. "I know it was that little bastard's fault, but I really don't even want to look at you right now. I'm going to another room. Don't bother me!" And with that, he stormed out.

Elisabeth crumpled to the floor, shaking with tears and fear. She could see why people were so intimidated by Draco, why they didn't trust him. When he got angry, he was not a force to be reckoned with. She gently rubbed her wrist, now sore and bruised. She knew he hadn't meant to hurt her... but that didn't really help. She still loved him, but now she was having second thoughts about the marriage. And what about Harry? He had been way out of line, but that didn't mean Draco has to kill him! Harry was very bright and talented... he has managed to evade Voldemort, so certainly he could withstand Draco, right? But what if Draco got killed? Oh, what a mess this all was....


Draco's mind was too confused to think. Too confused to sleep. He just sat by the fireplace with his mind blank, vaguely aware that he had a duel at midnight the next day. Hours passed, and he eventually went to bed sometime the next afternoon. When he awoke at 11:45, he dressed in his finest robes and neatly styled his hair. It wasn't everyday you killed The Boy Who Lived.

Draco apparated back to the place where all this began. He spotted a figure, dressed in a cloak with the hood up, facing away from him. Potter. All thoughts of dignity and honor gave way to feelings of anger and revenge. Fuck being an honorable wizard. He was going to make sure the little git got what he deserved, no matter what. Draco pulled out his wand, narrowed his eyes, and loudly said those fateful two words. A green light shot out of his wand, and the figure crumpled instantly.

"Malfoy! What the hell are you doing?"

Draco froze. That voice made his blood run cold. He slowly turned around, coming face to face with Harry Potter. Draco felt his mouth go dry and his whole body go numb. Who had he killed?

He raced over to the figure and pulled back the hood. It had happened so quickly, Elisabeth probably hadn't felt a thing. Every feeling cosumed Draco: sadness, horror, shock, nauseau. He tried to speak, but only jumbled words came out. Harry finally realized what had happened. "Oh my god...." His eyes met Draco's.

Draco stared blankly at Harry for what seemed like an eternity before pulling his wand. Harry started backing away, fumbling for his wand at the same time. Draco didn't move towards him. Instead, he pointed the wand at himself. "Avada Kedavra."

Harry managed to look away just in time. After the green light subsided he looked back at the two crumpled figures laying side by side. Draco got what he had wanted. No one could come between him and Elisabeth now.


The End




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I'm really, really sorry that the last few chapters sucked so bad. Really.