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Chapter 10 – How Does It Feel?
"Draco! What…what are you doing?" Cho yelped in surprise when she could no longer feel the earth beneath her feet. Instinctively, she immediately moved both of her arms to clutch at Draco's shoulders.
"I'm carrying you. There are some jagged rocks we have to cross. This will be easier than trying to guide you across," Draco answered in the same distant tone from the day before.
"If you would just remove this blindfold, I could walk myself and you wouldn't need to carry me."
"The blindfold is necessary. You know this. The Manor's position is unplottable. It is our most important defense. It would not bode well if the Light side knew of its location," he answered, his voice somewhat strained from his efforts of trying to adjust to the added weight while making sure he didn't take a misstep.
"I wouldn't do that," Cho replied softly after a few moments, slightly affronted at the insinuation.
"Even so. I can't take that risk. Besides, we've cleared the rocks," Draco exhaled as he gently set her back upon her feet.
Without delay, Draco took hold of her elbow and began to lead her away again. Even though she wished for Draco to slow his pace, she was grateful that he was lending her some physical support. She was exhausted and she wasn't sure how long her sleep-deprived body would be able to last if Draco wasn't at her side, helping her along.
Not surprisingly, her last night at Malfoy Manor had been a restless one. She had spent her last hours by Draco's window, allowing the day's upsetting events to run through her mind. How had she managed to be a pawn in this bloody war? How had her life come to this?
Despite Cedric and her parents' deaths, she had managed to remain strong and had managed to move on with her life. And, in light of the war, she believed that the future still held such promise. She had never wanted the fame that belonged to Harry and she had never wanted the riches that belonged to Draco. What she wanted was a modest life as a local medi-witch in a small, unknown wizarding town. She had hoped to share a simple and tranquil life with a gentle and caring local wizard whom she would love unconditionally. She had envisioned a life where they would raise a child or two, just as her parents had raised her.
But, she was a fool to believe and to hope for such things. Draco was right. Once Harry fell, the war would be over and the entire wizarding world would succumb to Voldemort's reign. The future no longer held such promise. Thus, her final night spent at Malfoy Manor was filled with depressing images of an oppressed wizarding world chasing away her hopes and dreams.
Only when Draco came to fetch her at the break of dawn, did she finally remove herself from the seat by the window. He made no comment about her weary appearance nor did he make a comment about her despondent mood. The only reproachful comment offered was made after he noticed the undisturbed bed, "Stayed up all night, did we? Now, how smart was that? You know full well that you've a long day ahead of you." Cho didn't respond as he meticulously secured the blindfold on her.
The words that had been exchanged as he carried her over the rocks were the first since they had left the Manor. But, Cho didn't mind. For once, she welcomed the silence. She didn't know what else she could say. All pleas to spare Harry fell on deaf ears. And in all honesty, she preferred to spend her last moments with Draco in an easy comfortable silence rather than in a heated argument, which would be inevitable if she tried to convince him otherwise.
But at the same time, there was something about the easy comfortable silence that bothered her. Admittedly, there was a part of her that wanted to bring some sense of closure to the last chapter of their troubled history and share with him all the feelings and thoughts she kept bottled within. She wanted to tell him that he would forever be in her thoughts and that she would always hope for his safety. She wanted to tell him that even if it wasn't love that she felt in her heart, that she still cared deeply for him. She wanted to tell him how she genuinely wished that he would find happiness one day and the one person who could give it to him. But most of all, she wanted to tell him how much she would sincerely miss him.
But the words never came out. Her sensible side had battled with her emotional one, and in the end, her sensible side had won. Her words, which were meant to only bring about good feelings and to remove the awkwardness of their brief fragile relationship, would only succeed in creating an atmosphere that was more uncomfortable and tense than it already was.
Without warning, Draco stopped moving. "I see no sign of Potter yet," he commented abruptly as he began to remove the blindfold.
When the black strip of fabric was removed, Cho tried to open her eyes. The glaring sun made this difficult and she raised a hand in an attempt to block out its blinding rays. Once her vision was able to adjust, she noted her surroundings. It appeared to be a clearing in the middle of a thickly wooded forest. A tiny brook, devoid of any water, ran a long sinuous path before them, creating some sort of makeshift division of the clearing. The only sign of habitation was an abandoned house situated about ten meters away from where they stood.
Curious, Cho attempted to take a few steps toward the house. She was stopped when Draco moved forward and grabbed her hand, "Don't. Stay here with me where it's safe." Cho wordlessly heeded his words and walked back the few meters she had traveled.
"I have a nervous feeling about all this. If things get out of hand, find a place to hide and stay hidden. Whatever happens…to Potter or to me…promise me that you will find a place to hide until it all blows over," Draco fervently insisted, his grip on her small hand tightening with each word. Cho kept her gaze to the ground as she halfheartedly nodded her assent.
"I'm sorry," Draco hastily offered after a moment of silence.
Two words. Two simple words that seemed so common in her own everyday vocabulary. Two words that probably proved to be the most difficult for Draco to say. As Cho slowly looked up to meet his gaze, she could see the uncharacteristic tenderness and sincerity that were in his eyes. When Narcissa had first maintained that Draco never meant to hurt her, she hadn't believed it. She believed it now. With these two words, she believed that he hoped to make up for all the pain and suffering he had ever caused her.
Draco kept his gaze steady with hers as he searched for his next words, "And I…I want you to know that despite all I've ever said…or ever done that I…that I…that I've always lo –"
"CHO!"
Draco immediately dropped hold of her hand as they both turned in the direction of the voice. It was Harry.
Harry Potter stood on the other side of the brook. Roger was right. He still looked the same. The mussed up hair, the scar, the glasses, the eyes…all the same. Yet, as he stood there with worry and apprehension etched upon his naturally warm and friendly face, he seemed much older to Cho.
"Harry!" Cho screamed in elation. "Harry!" She began to cry as a wave of sheer and utter happiness upon seeing her best friend washed over her. She tried to move a few steps in his direction but promptly stopped when she felt Draco's hand on her shoulder.
Soon after Harry's arrival, a taller and more substantial figure appeared at Harry's side. The red hair was unmistakable, "For heaven's sake Harry, you could have waited for me!"
"Ron!" Cho couldn't help but scream with the same elation.
Ron looked over and immediately frowned when he saw Draco at Cho's side.
"Cho, are you okay? Merlin, I've missed you…I've missed you so much. I thought I had lost you forever. Don't worry. I'll get you out of this nightmare as soon as I can. I'm so sorry that you had to go through this. If it weren't for me, you would have never been taken prisoner. I blame myself," Harry conceded.
Through her tears, Cho struggled to answer him, "I've missed you too! You have no idea how many…times I've longed to see you again. But Harry, I'm…I'm the one who should apologize. It's my fault that you're here."
"It's okay, Cho. Stop crying. I'm here now. Everything is going to be okay. I'm going to get you out. You will be safe again. I promise. Ron's going to take you home. There are so many who want to see you back home…safe."
"Would you two lovebirds like some time alone to continue this overly dramatic and overly sentimental reunion? You two carry on as if there is no one else here! Weasel's presence may be trivial, but mine, I assure you is not," interrupted Draco, easily adopting his bored drawl while he rolled his eyes.
"You shut your trap, Malfoy," Ron growled.
Harry turned furious eyes onto Draco, "Don't even start, Malfoy. Just when I was beginning to think that you could stoop no lower, you pull this. How dare you risk her life? What kind of person…no, animal…does this to someone they supposedly cared for? I don't know what she ever saw in you."
"Evidently she saw enough to make her come to me rather than to you. How did it feel when the one you had set your eyes on looked elsewhere? How did it feel when the one you cared for cared nothing for you in return? Only when I shunned her did she go to you. I did warn you that first day, didn't I? I warned you not to make friends with the wrong sort. But you didn't listen. Now, look at you. I'd say that you've had too much Weasley influence…all too accepting of second-hand rejects. You're pathetic," Draco responded viciously with his smirk firmly in place.
"Draco!" Cho uttered in horror as he slandered the Weasleys. But she was even more upset when she heard herself being referred to as a 'second-hand reject.'
At the mention of his family and their monetary shortcomings, Ron made a move for his wand only to be stopped by Harry.
Ignoring Cho's reproach, Draco put on his most unbecoming sneer and added, "Face it, Potter. You're only second best. And you will always be second best."
"I may not have been her first choice, but neither were you! If Cedric Diggory hadn't been murdered by Voldemort, she would have never gone to you," Harry argued, desperate to shove Draco off his high horse.
"That is a moot point, Potter, and you know it. If I had wanted to steal her away from that pansy Hufflepuff, it would have been all too easy…just like it had been all too easy to steal her from you. That's right, Potter. When it came down to you and me, she chose me. She chose me for comfort. She chose me for friendship. She chose me for love. She chose me, Potter."
Cho couldn't believe the infantile scene that was being played out before her. The words from both men were filled with such spite and bitterness. It was as if they had never left Hogwarts and she was trying to stop yet another fight between them. But they had never heeded her then. They always managed to conveniently ignore her presence. But the brazen mention of Cedric was the last straw and she refused to stand by and allow them to twist the past into something it wasn't.
"Draco, stop! I befriended Harry before I befriended you. Your choice to end our relationship only made Harry's and mine stronger. Harry is anything but second best! And as for Cedric, he was a good person and he was a great wizard. He earned his place as a Triwizard Champion. You have no right to dishonor his memory," Cho scolded scathingly, her tears forgotten.
The warmth and tenderness that she had seen earlier in Draco's grey eyes had long since retreated. All she could see now were the cold and contempt that usually occupied them. And right now, it was all directed toward her and her alone. The contempt in his eyes, the scorn and disgust masking his pale pointed features, and the nasty sneer all managed to make her feel infinitesimally small.
If she had been anybody else, she would have laughed and mocked his contempt, scorn, and nastiness. But, she wasn't just anybody. The icy exterior was donned in an attempt to disguise the hurt and indignation that her words had caused. She knew how much Draco resented her defense of Harry. And the fact that she had just done it while in Harry's presence only proved to amplify his resentment. She knew this. And she wanted to apologize…to lessen the harshness of her words. She wanted to take all the hurt away. But she didn't. All she could do was stand there and take in his cold impassive eyes and the guilt that he seemed to hand to her on a silver platter.
Cruel laughter filled with mirth rang through the air and disturbed the momentary silence. Draco slowly shifted his glower from Cho to Harry.
"And how does it feel, Malfoy, when all that you claim has been negated by the one person who supposedly went to you for love and comfort? How does it feel to see her defend me? It hurts, doesn't it? That's what true friends do, Malfoy. They defend each other. And I don't believe I've ever heard her utter a word in your defense. Friends? Love and comfort? Could have fooled me," Harry taunted, obviously amused and pleased that Draco had been scolded by Cho.
Cho closed her eyes in disappointment and defeat when she heard Harry continue the verbal confrontation. She had been foolish to think that she could stop their bickering.
"You shut up, Potter! Do not assume you know things when you don't," Draco retorted angrily.
"Don't I? You claim that she cared for you. And, you're right. As much as I hate to admit it, she did care for you. At least I'm mature and man enough to admit it. But, what did you do in return for her care…in return for her feelings…in return for her affections? You unabashedly used her. You used her then to make me jealous and you're using her now. To you, she's not a person with feelings. To you, she's only something you can use when you see gain for yourself. You manipulative, good-for-nothing snake!" Harry chastised.
Cho expected an equally scathing retort from the blond Death Eater, but it seemed as though he had changed his tactic. Easily reclaiming his calm cool façade, the condescending smirk resurfaced and Draco responded in his bored drawl, "Call me all the names you like, Potter. In fact, I'll even provide you with a quill and some parchment while you spend those lonely hours in the dungeon awaiting your death. I'm sure you can come up with more original ones with all the time you'll have, unless of course, the Dark Lord wishes to dispose of you sooner."
"Then let's get this over with. You release Cho to Ron. After that, I will surrender. That was the deal," Harry stated, dropping his taunting tone to adopt a more serious one.
The moment she had been dreading had finally come. Before she could stop herself, rash but passionate cries had already escaped her, "No, Harry! I can't let you do this. You can't surrender to them! They'll kill you! What will become of the Light side? You can't turn your back on Dumbledore, Hermione, Sirius, Ron and all the others. Tomorrow will still come if I'm gone. It won't come if you're gone."
"Cho, calm down. Everything is going to be fine. I will be fine," Harry said firmly, trying to soothe her fears.
"But, Harry. I won't be able to live knowing that I had a hand in your death. Please, I'm begging you, don't do this." Cho then turned to Ron when it was apparent that her pleas had no effect on Harry, "Ron! Ron, help me persuade him. He'll listen to you. I know you know that what I say is true. The wizarding world will not fall tomorrow if I die. My life is expendable. Harry's isn't. Ron, please help me!"
Cho could see the obvious inner struggle Ron was going through as his eyes tensely glanced from her to Harry. She felt a small glimmer of hope when Ron finally spoke, "She's right, Harry. The war will be over the moment you surrender. You can't do –"
"Enough, Ron."
"But, Harry –"
"I said enough. I am fully aware of what I'm about to do. I can't leave her in the hands of that snake. I've made my decision," Harry stated adamantly.
"Wise choice, Potter," Draco cut in triumphantly.
As Harry's words hit him, Ron's face lit up with comprehension and he deduced, "So that's it, isn't it? To you, it's just a contest, isn't it? You would rather sacrifice yourself than see Cho with that rat? This is not a game, Harry! This is your life we're talking about. This is the fate of the entire wizarding world we're talking about. Let him win this battle, Harry! You'll win another!"
Harry turned incredulous and indignant eyes onto Ron, "How can you say that? You know very well that I would do no differently if it were anyone else in Cho's place. I would sacrifice myself to save anyone…be it you, Hermione, Sirius, Ginny, even Snape. This is not about who ultimately wins Cho, Ron. This is about saving her and bringing her back home where she belongs."
"Is it?" Ron challenged, still unconvinced. "Ask yourself, Harry. Why, out of the entire lot, did he choose to take Cho? Admit it. This is about a hell of a lot more than just bringing her back where she bloody belongs."
Harry didn't answer. He just stood there and stared furiously at Ron.
On the other side of the brook, Draco began to chuckle, "Taking cues from Mudblood I see. Well, it seems to have finally paid off. You're right, Weasel. I could have taken anybody. I chose her for a reason. I knew that Scarhead could never bear to see me with her, and consequently, would readily surrender."
"Shut up, Malfoy! The reason is not important. The important thing is that I've made my decision and Cho is going home today."
"No! Don't you see Harry? Once you die, I won't be able to go on. None of us will. Please, don't do this…I'm not worth it," Cho implored pitifully, as sobs racked her small body.
"Cho, listen to me. I have to do this. This is the only way to bring you safely home. If I don't do this, I won't be able to live knowing that you're with them. Cho, you're strong. Life will go on without me…I promise. I have to do this, Cho," Harry insisted with a sense of finality. He then turned to readdress Draco and vowed, "Just be forewarned that the deal is off if you don't keep your word. But I will promise you this, Malfoy. Cho is coming back to the Light side no matter what happens today."
"Is that so? So sure of yourself, aren't you? And what makes you think I'm simply going to hand her over? No, I propose that you surrender yourself first. Then you have my word. I will release her to Weasel over there," Draco drawled as he gave Ron a curt nod.
"Your word? I don't trust your word for all the galleons in the world. If you're smart, you will hand Cho over first. You wouldn't want the fate of your father, now would you?"
"You leave him out of this, Potter. It was entirely your fault he died."
"Come now, Malfoy. Surely one year hasn't aged you that much? You were there. You saw exactly what happened and why he died. If you attempt to do anything of the like…if you're not careful, you will suffer the same fate," Harry warned.
Cho hurriedly wiped her tears to look up at Draco. They were talking in riddles and she couldn't make out what it all meant. His nasty sneer and cold eyes didn't provide any answers. His flushed red face did reveal, however, the obvious anger that had taken hold of him.
"Don't lie, Potter!" Draco snarled, "you were the one that didn't keep your word. You attacked him when he was defenseless. He had no wand. But you did, didn't you? Don't try to cover it up."
"Your father was a filthy Death Eater. Even if he had no wand, I knew he was up to no good. You lot think that you're so righteous with your pureblood and upbringing. Let me tell you something, your father and mother were nothing but wretched minions of Voldemort. And it seems they have taught you well. You're just like them…a wretched filthy Death Eater," Harry spat disgustedly.
Cho looked fearfully at Draco. The anger she had seen earlier in his face at the mention of Lucius paled in comparison to the rage that had now manifested in his eyes and sneer, "How dare you bring my mother into this?"
"Oh yes, your mother. Last I heard, she had gone crazy. She doesn't even recognize you anymore, does she? She's as good as dead. How fitting. She deserves her fate. How does it feel, Malfoy? How does it feel to be without parents?"
Cho gasped in horror at Harry's heartless words, "Harry, no! Please, don't say that. You know nothing of Draco's family!"
"Cho, stay out of this," Harry said sternly, not breaking his eyes from Draco's as he continued his tirade, "Only snakes can give birth to a snake."
The merciless and disrespectful attack on Narcissa seemed to break Draco. Cho had never seen him angrier than he was at this particular moment. His entire body shook with fury and he gripped his wand so tightly, his normally pale knuckles were even paler, if that was at all possible. Without warning, he raised his wand and pointed it toward the sky above and darkly bellowed, "MORSMORDRE!"
As the spell hit the sky, a horrible image Cho hadn't seen since the last time her parents were still alive emerged to cover the clear blue sky in an eerie iridescent shade of green. As the emerald glitter began to form the shape of the infamous ghastly skull with its serpent-like tongue, Cho couldn't take her eyes from it. It froze her blood and she couldn't move.
"Potter, you will surrender to the Dark side. And when you do, I will have my revenge. Make no mistake about that!" Cho could hear Draco sneer maliciously.
The green glittering skull lingered ominously in the sky and Cho could do nothing but continue to stare at it. She was so mesmerized by it she barely noticed the number of Death Eaters and Aurors that had already apparated onto the scene.
It wasn't until she felt a harsh tug at her arm was she able to shake her stupor. Draco was dragging her in the direction of the abandoned old house. As they moved, her eyes horrifyingly took in what was happening around her. The fighting had already begun.
Once they reached inside the nearest room, Draco urgently demanded, "Don't leave this spot until everything is over. Only answer to me or to Potter. No one else. If something happens to the both of us, wait until all is clear and take off towards Hogwarts. Promise me."
"Yes, I promise," Cho barely got out, fear and concern evident in her tear-stained eyes.
As Draco made a quick move to leave, Cho impulsively grabbed his arm and fiercely wrapped her arms around him and pressed her face to his chest. Her tears began to soak his robes. And before she could even allow herself to think otherwise, she leaned up and softly kissed his cheek. When she was finished, she didn't unleash her hold of his now rigid body. She couldn't. She had a terrifying feeling that things were only going to get worse before they would get better and she began to regret not telling him all the things she had wanted to tell him earlier. Before she freed him, she leaned up to his ear and desperately whispered, "Please be careful."
Draco gave her a short piercing look before he left to join the fighting that was quickly escalating into an intense battle.
Cho wanted to scream. Despite his words of caution…despite his urgency…despite his obvious concern for her safety, the short piercing look communicated something entirely different and she wanted to scream in frustration.
But before the frustration could fully set in, sounds of fighting and screams reached her ears and she immediately located the nearest window. Already, she could see a number of wounded bodies on the ground. She had never really witnessed an actual battle before. She had only seen its aftermath when the injured were brought to her for care and mending.
While the two sides bitterly fought, she could hear numerous, unrecognizable yet very complex spells and curses being shouted. If she had gone down the path of so many others and had become an Auror, she might have been able to identify and recognize the ones she heard now. But her knowledge of such things, unfortunately, was only limited to what was taught at Hogwarts by Flitwick and the myriad of Defense Against the Dark Arts professors.
The battle seemed utterly chaotic. She could see that many took more time in trying to defend themselves rather than in attacking. As her eyes scanned the perimeter of the battle scene, she could see Sirius holding his own against two Death Eaters. Hermione had come and she now stood by Ron as they tried to hold off two Death Eaters of their own.
But soon, her eyes descended upon the two who were at the center of this battle. She was vaguely reminded of their duel in her third year at Hogwarts when the two had been thrust onto the stage to showcase their defense techniques. However, despite the duel's intent, it was soon clear that the two had turned it into a contest to see who could humiliate the other more.
Cho noted that even though Draco was proving himself to be a strong and formidable adversary, it was clearly evident Harry had the edge. There were a few times when Draco had barely escaped a curse Harry threw in his direction.
After a few more moments of intense fighting, Harry finally cast a spell Draco could not escape. Draco tumbled to the ground and clutched his right shoulder. Cho's heart skipped a beat as she gasped in fear. Despite his injury, however, Draco was able to quickly gather himself and escape the next spell Harry threw at him.
She wanted so much to run out and demand them to cease their fighting. But she had made a promise to Draco and her common sense told her she would likely do more harm than good if she interfered.
But what harm could really be done? In her mind, the only harm she could foresee was harm to herself. She had been the cause of many of their arguments and she was the cause of this one. What if the cause was removed? What if she intentionally put herself in harm's way to stop the fighting and the bickering for once? She wasn't foolish and naïve enough to believe this would cease all battles and animosity between the two, but it would cease it this one time. If she was out of the picture, Draco could no longer use her to bait Harry. If she was out of the picture, Harry would no longer have to surrender. Yes. Sacrificing herself seemed like the right answer.
As soon as she had made her decision, she removed her eyes from the window only to notice a dark looming shadow covering her small form. When she made a move to turn around, one strong arm suddenly corralled her waist from behind while a calloused hand closed over her mouth.
"I'll remove my hand if you promise not to scream."
Cho slowly and fearfully nodded her head in consent. As the hand slowly released her mouth, she cautiously turned her head around to see her captor. It was as if she had seen a ghost. A painful chill ran down her spine and her eyes widened with shock and panic. The little color in her face began to give way to a sickly white one. When she finally found her voice, she frighteningly whispered, "You!"
"Surprise."
A/N: Mwuhahahahahahaha! I am so evil. Hmm…I wonder who the guest appearance is for Chapter 11? You can guess all you want. I'm not telling. Until next chapter! Please remember to review and let me know what you thought of this chap. Or you can just flame me for being evil…Mwuhahahahaha! *rubs forehead dazedly* Oi vey…I think Draco's gone to my head. ;)