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In Transit for You
Chapter 4: A Gaping Hole Shot Through My Heart
That night, Hermione went into Malfoy's room to see how he was doing. She could tell that it would take him some time to get used to taking orders from Harry. She found him awake on his bed. His arms were tucked behind his head and his eyes were locked on the ceiling.
"Draco, are you okay?" she asked quietly.
"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" he asked still concentrating on the ceiling.
"Well, first of all, I don't think you're trying to memorize the ceiling, so please have the decency to look at me. And two, I know you don't like Harry…"
"Oh, what was your first guess?" he interrupted.
"Please hear me out," she pleaded. He shut his mouth. "Harry only wants to beat Voldemort and if you help him, maybe he'll treat you with more respect."
"What makes you so sure of that?"
"You're just going to have to trust me on this one."
"Answer me this, why is war so hard, so lonely, why it is cruel?" Malfoy asked avoiding her eyes.
"I've been trying to answer that question for the past several years," she responded. Suddenly, Harry came bursting through their door.
"You guys, one of our look out teams has been ambushed. We have to go in as back up!" he said quickly. "Come on!"
Malfoy, Hermione, Harry, and the rest of those that had been at Harry's, tagged along. When they got to the place that the team had been ambushed, all they found was several lifeless bodies and pools of blood here and there.
"We're too late," Hermione said looking at the body of Justin Finchfletchely. She was filled with sorrow. Thought this had happened at least fifteen times before, the pain was always the same. It never faded easily.
Tonks walked over to Justin's body and laid a cloak over it. "He was a true hero," she sighed.
Malfoy wasn't looking at the bodies, he was looking nervously around. He knew something wasn't right. Death eaters don't just kill this many people and stop like this. They do massive killings like this one when they want all or nothing. Voldemort had trained him this way before he had fled. It was the golden rule. Don't leave till all are dead.
"We need to get out of here," Malfoy said.
"We have to file to file a report," Harry responded checking the pulse of a very young witch.
"No, we really need to get out of here," Malfoy repeated.
"Stand down, Malfoy," Harry said raising his voice.
"Damnit Potter!" Malfoy screamed. "They're still here!" The sound of several people apperating reached their ears. "Get down!" everyone ducked down as cursing went flying everywhere. Chaos broke out as the Order fired back. Jinxes, hexes, and curses went flying. One of the Death eaters had his wand pointing right at Hermione and he had an evil smirk on his face. His swished his wand a purple flame went flying at her.
"No!" Malfoy shouted jumping out in front of her. The spell hit him in the chest and he began to bleed. Hermione dropped to her knees at his side. She held his blood stained hand.
"Hold on," she whispered silent tears running down her face.
"I …wa…wasn't ly…lying to you…when I sa…said I would ta…take a bullet," he stammered smiling weakly.
"Just hang on, Draco," she said trying not to loose it. He gently brushed her cheek with his hand. "It will…will be o…okay." She was crying crystal tears. Sobbing as a healer apperated Malfoy to a facility. She didn't even hear the sound of a Death eater call the troops to retreat. She didn't hear Harry calling for her. She didn't hear or feel anything. Nothing but the blood on her cheek and hands and the sound of her heart beating faster and faster.