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Thank you for the reviews! Finals are over, but I am going to Michigan on Tuesday, so I will try to update as much as possible, but who knows.
Draco looked at Hermione as she slept, and smiled to himself as he saw her eyelids tremble with dreams. Soon, he slipped into sleep, and suddenly he was thrust into his own dreams.
Draco saw the darkness that rolled over the manor every time He visited. He braced himself as he heard his mother and father arguing on the floor below him. He knew what was about to happen – what happened every time. The air began to get colder, and the arguing stopped. He heard the front door slam open as if with a strong wind, and dread crept into his bones. He heard the snakelike voice curl up the stairs as He asked his father to see him. Lucius called him down and he slowly ventured down the stairs. He could barely see in the darkness that emanated from the man – if you could even classify him as a man – that stood next to his father. His eyes glowed red, and his skin was as pale as snow. His features were that of a snake, and Draco shuddered in fear.
"You have broken my laws, young Malfoy. It is a shame, for your father is a most useful follower, and you could have been as well." Draco glanced at his father, whose cold eyes were emotionless as he stared hatefully at his son. His mother was silently crying, but she wouldn't come to his rescue. Her life was too valuable to her for that.
"I am not going to kill you, Draco." The eyes were reading his mind, invading his heart. Images of Hermione were taken out easily. Draco began to shake despite himself at the sight of the Dark Lord sneering in disgust at the images of Hermione's eyes, her body, her lips speaking the words of love meant only for Draco.
"But you will watch." At this, Hermione was brought forward out of thin air, and Voldemort screamed curse after curse at her. She shook, and bled, and eventually collapsed on the floor. Draco was silently screaming, but couldn't move.
Voldemort marched over to Draco, and threw him on the floor next to his beloved. He thrust his lips against the blood on Hermione's pale skin, and ordered him to taste it. Draco did. The metallic taste haunted his mouth, and the blood dripped down the back of his throat. He felt warmth in his stomach as it filled him, and Voldemort laughed triumphantly.
"Now kill her." And Draco did.
Draco woke, sweat covering his body. He hadn't been able to save her. Nothing could save her. The war was coming, and she would be Voldemort's favorite target, after Potter was gone. She was a prize that he would covet until it was his – the brightest and most powerful witch in existence. The love of a Death Eater's son.
No. He wouldn't let her die. He looked at the girl beside him, and bit his lip to keep the emotions building within him contained. She looked so peaceful…her dreams weren't of blood and death but of lighter days. Days that because of him would soon be gone forever. He felt his father everyday, trying to break through the wall Draco had built in his mind. Draco was not a person of the light, and never would be. The darkness that would be with him forever would only attract Death Eaters and the Dark Lord, and Hermione would die because of it.
He got out of bed, and noticed hint of silver in the corner of his room. He walked over to it, and found the locket with Ron and Hermione's pictures inside. It was split, but he fixed that quickly with a movement of his wand. He looked at his girl's face. She looked as if she didn't have a care in the world. He closed his eyes painfully for a moment, and then gently set the locket on the pillow where his head would have been if he could stay. Then, he slipped out, grabbing a few necessities on the way out.
The corridors were cold in the night air, but Draco was used to cold. He approached the entrance to the passageway out of the school, and quietly left. The night was calm, and all Draco heard outside were the owls going to and from the school hooting softly. The moon cast silver light upon everything it touched, and Draco's skin shone ethereally. His mind stopped racing with thoughts, and filled with the sight of bright stars and the frost that covered everything it touched. His mental wall crumbled. His broomstick was as his side, and he mounted it with ease.
The clouds swirled around him, and Draco flew until the sun began to rise on the horizon. Then, he was at his destination, and Lucius was waiting for him.
(A/N: I know, I know, its short! But I promise I will update soon!)