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The noises around her were so loud that the world sounded almost silent...It almost stood still. But no, the world did not stand still no matter how much you hoped it did. The world went on and she was still there. In the middle of a bloody battle-field. A battle-field more populated by dead bodies than that of living ones. The few that were left were tired and worn by the battle that had broken out at dawn. Everyone had hoped that the battle would be easily won, but they were mistaken. They had underestimated the power of the enemy. And that of their strongest warrior.


Her friends were nowhere to be found, and the acquaintances she had gained over the years now lay dead on the floor. Some wearing the garbs of the allies and others in the enemies clothing.


None of it mattered now. She could now see through clear eyes the evils that he was capable of, feeling for sure that more than a quarter of the bodies that lay on her feet must have been at his doing, or at least of his planning.


No witch or wizard could ever hope to stand against Draco Malfoy. What good would it do to try.


Coming here in the morning her anger had still been in her, firing her up, giving her the fuel and the courage to face what she needed to do.


But now looking around her, the courage dissipated and fear arose.


Should she see him, would she even raise her wand?


She walked on hoping that the answer would come.


She walked on not knowing what would come. Not knowing what she would face next, she left the area for it no longer had any living bodies.


She had fought well. At least for now.


~



"Harry watch out!"


Harry Potter turned quickly and with a liquid grace shouted a quick spell that disarmed the oponent.

And with the next disabled him.


"Thanks Ron." He quickly muttered as he joined his friend. They surveyed the area around them and found it to be almost deserted with only a couple more pairs of wizards fighting each other.


"There's Neville. Let's help him finish that filth off." Ron growled heading over to where Neville Longbottom was. They could not see his opponent as of yet for his hood was up and had his back to them. They could see however that Neville was not going to be able to fight him off for long. He was already showing signs of deep fatigue and weariness. He would not be able to fight any longer. The wounds on his arm, face and legs didn't help the matters any.


Harry could feel his scar twinging a little, but would not let it bother him. He had long ago learnt how to control the scars pain. But now he could not do it, not with the danger of the fight. He let go of shield and let it tell him where Voldemort was.


He found however that he did not need to at all.


"Hello Harry." The snakelike voice sounded behind him.


Harry turned and found himself within fighting distance of Voldemort, who wore a sly wicked smile on his face.


"Voldemort." Harry acknowledged him. As if it was a fair duel. He felt the air behind him move and knew that Ron had moved towards him. He turned for a split second.


"Ron go help Neville. I'll finish this." He shouted before quickly tuning around once more to face the ennemy.


"But Harry."


"Go Ron. Neville needs you more than I do." Besides I want to finish what I should have done long ago. He added silently in his head.


"Take care Harry" Ron said before dashing off in Neville's direction.


~


"I'm surprised you've lasted this long Longbottom. I would've thought you would've been one of the first to die."


Neville's eyes sparked with pride and annoyance, but his hands did not loosen on his wand a bit.


"You're an idiot for thinking that. Hermione spent a great deal of time giving me private lessons. So you see it's inevitable that I beat you. After all she did it when we were like what thirteen?" He barked out at his opponent

"Eleven if I remember correctly." A voice called out, out of nowhere.


The enemy smirked at Neville and shot up his hands to lower his hood before turning to the newest arrival.


"Hello Weasley." The slicing silver voice uttered with calm.


"Malfoy!" Ron gasped aloud.


"Why yes. Did you expect I would be dead?"


"Actually that's exactly it. I bet she couldn't find you."


"Who couldn't find me."


"You know who. She's vowed to kill you. I'm surprised that your alive because had she found you, you would be dead." Ron replied in a very casual matter of fact tone.


Malfoy smirked. And Neville looked back and forth between them clearly confused, his wand never falling from it's defence position.


"You might be right Weasley." He said. But looking at Weasley now there was something different about him. He had always regarded Malfoy with hatred but now there was something more. Something like disgust and jealousy lurked behind his eyes. The smirk was wiped instantly from his face.


"So she told you."


Ron's face twitched a bit as he heard Malfoy confirm Hermione's own words.


"Of course she told me."


"So how does it feel Weasley, to know that the only girl you ever loved was not lost to your best-friend, but to your worst enemy." Malfoy hissed through clenched teeth.


Neville's eyes grew rounder in surprise as he began to understand what was going one and what both men were talking about. He could not speak for fear that he would recede to his old squeaky voice.


Ron however was quickly searching through his mind trying to find the right words to disarm Malfoy, to make him weak and vulnerable, and most importantly, the right words to hurt him. A slow smile came to his face.


"I never lost her to you Malfoy. She told me yesterday that she realised while telling Harry that she never loved you. She loves Harry, she said so herself. She also told me that all she ever had for you was infatuation. Do you know what that means Malfoy. It means false love, and only lust. You only ever were her boy-toy in her mind. She only wanted you for your body I suppose." Ron noticed that the hard look in Malfoy's face was getting harder, but the spark in his eyes had dimmed a bit. Good. "You didn't really think that a woman like Hermione Granger could ever truly love a snake like you did you?" He continued.


Malfoy's hands clenched around his wand as he pointed it at Ron.


"Stop lying Weasley, a little boy like you could never comprehend the love and passion that we shared her and I, cause you never gave her that did you?" Draco shot back.


"She doesn't love you Malfoy and she never has."


"Enough!" Malfoy screamed raising his wand towards them.


Ron and Neville stood firm and held up their wands also. But they never saw it coming. Malfoy uttered a quick words and had disappeared from their sight.


"Oh no." Neville said looking frantically around for the lead Death Eater. "We almost had him."


Ron shook his head. He knew better, they had never had any chance at all of beating Malfoy, as powerful as they had become. No it would take something else to beat him. Something more powerful than any silly spell.


It would take love to kill Draco Malfoy.


~


Draco did not know why he had done it. Why he now laid here on the floor instead of killing those that needed to be killed.


But it made no difference now. He had done it. It was he who had finished it. And now that he felt the life slipping away from him, he found that he could almost find peace.


Flashback


The world winked as Draco apparated. When he had cried "Enough" to the Weasel he had no idea what he was about to do. His plan was to kill Ron and Neville as painfully as possible. But that idea got swiped when out of the corner of his eyes he saw Potter standing not too far off.


Potter standing not too far off, about to be killed by Voldemort.


Before thinking, before considering, Draco had winked out of his position.


And appeared in front of Harry Potter.


Receiving the Avada Kedavra curse full on in his chest.


The weird part was that as he apparated he seemed almost transparent so that when he looked down on his chest he could see that the curse had nearly hit his heart.


Lucky that Draco had become so powerful that he could withstand the killing curse without dying. But weak as he was, he didn't know if he could really fend it off.


Because as he was hit he had also sent a powerful killing curse towards Voldemort. A curse he had never used on anyone, for it required a great deal of life energy to be given. It was difficult but effective.


Voldemort was dead.


And he had been the one to finish it after all.


A smirk came to his face now as he realized that he felt so at peace with that fact, that this might have been his true destiny after all.


~


She had been wandering around the battleground when she had found him.


Harry was standing over him in an almost catatonic shock. He was unable to speak, and his eyes held a haunted look.


The haunted look in his eyes did not even touch the fraction of what she was feeling when her eyes fell on him.


But somehow even before she had gotten there, she had known.

~


"Why?" a voice whispered just above him.


He smiled looking at her angelic face streaming with fresh tears mingled with the blood and dirt that surrounded them.


"Because you love him." He replied simply not daring to look away, thinking that this would be the last time he would ever see her face.


She leaned over gave him a hug. The pain of her action did not matter to him, just the fact that she was doing it felt better than any drug they could've given him.


She held him, not caring who saw. But she whispered in his ears the soft words of love she needed to say.


"It was always you Draco, I've always loved you. I've never been able to love someone as completely as I did you." she cried sobbing. Her body trembling against his.


"I know honey. I never doubted our love for a moment. I just wished I had been stronger. That I had been able to fight off my desire for power.."


"It doesn't matter anymore Draco." She said pulling away from him to look at his face. "Please stop talking. You need to keep your energy."


"I'm so sorry Hermione. But I don't think I can. I'm dying dearest." he said reaching up to cup her face.


"Draco no. NO. You can't, you don't know how to fail. You can't die Draco. Please."


"I'm sorry my love." he said before quietly closing his eyes.


A smile still crept into his face after all though, and he whispered something barely audible but she heard it She heard it and had to laugh through the pain.


"You destroy me."


She cried then. She held his empty shell of a body and cried. She cried, but it did not even resonate the hard pain she felt in her chest as she felt him go. I love you. She cried to him with her mind. I love you so much Draco. Please find me again someday.


She heard shuffling behind her and heard voices. Voices that seemed so far away.


"What happened?" Ron demanded.


"Well done Harry. You've done it!" Neville was quicker to award Harry.


"No, no I haven't. It was Malfoy." Harry's shocked voice replied.


She could feel the three of them standing still now. She turned to them while still holding his body.


"I loved Draco Malfoy with all my heart. He was a killer. But he had a heart. Even if it was only for me." She said.


You've destroy me Draco Malfoy.







End Chapter (Not the end of the story)


I know I know! It's been so long since my last update. But do not worry this IS NOT THE END.

Ok so you're probably wondering how I'm going to turn this into a happy ending now that Draco is gone. But don't fear I have a good idea of what I am going to do. Alright anyway about my lack of updates, it's not really my fault my computer decided to have a holiday in the no working land. Anyway I'm back now and expect the next chapter very soon. Oh and by the way....


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