A/N Heyy guys! LONG TIME no see? So yeah…don't hate me…I can explain. Well, okay sympathize with me here, people. I bet most if not all of you have gone through long periods of fanfiction withdrawal…I mean the work load from school has become freaking INCREDIBLE and ya know the whole having a life, boyfriends, friends, family, even my cat piles up and it's fantastically hard to keep up with it all, so unfortunately…my fanfic stories suffered. I honestly can't tell you how frequent I'll start updating again, but this story is only 2 chapters away from being finished, so this will be updated fairly soon. I came back because I read some of the reviews and I felt guilty for leaving this story like this lol…so remember to REVIEW! Don't abandon this poor story in its final two chappies!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter. Is not mine. So there.

Oh, and I'm aware that Blaze is really spelled "Blaise," but this was written WAY before the newest installments in the lovely HP series, back when Blaise could've been a girls name, so I had changed the spelling to make it seem more manly lol. There's only 2 more chapters left anyway so whatever I'll leave it as the "Blaze" we've grown to know and love. Since he also doesn't really match J.K. Rowling's interpretation of "Blaise" anyhow.


The match hit the dry straw at MK's feet and exploded with inexplicable force.

MK was in the eye of a torrential twister of flames, the fire whirling around her and spurting out the top of the tower in a frenzy as it slowly made its way inwards towards her incapacitated, but still living body. All the defiance had fled her eyes and was replaced with raw fear, and in these final moments of life, in the face of death, Draco came to an epiphany.

Maybe everyone was just a coward, deep down. MK, for all her cool nonchalance and mock defiance of the world, was just that. Now she was faced with something she could not handle, and she was no longer true to the image she showed the world, she was scared shitless. But maybe, had Draco been in her position, his cool disposition would've gone to hell as well. Maybe all the Dracos and MKs of the world were the most cowardly of everyone. Maybe that's why people obsess over the Harry Potters rather than the Draco Malfoys…because the Harrys do not fear death. They had conquered the unconquerable, and for this they were lifted on a fucking pedestal. For this they were free of any accusations of cowardice. Or maybe, they were simply all the same…muggle and wizard, man and woman alike. Maybe everyone was a bloody coward.

Not me, thought Draco bitterly, hot liquid burning in the corners of his eyes as he grit his teeth, I'm just as good as fucking Potter. I'm not a fucking coward.

And with that last thought he plunged through the last opening in the wall of fire, in a desperate attempt to do something honorable for once in his life.


It was an unnatural dark that surrounded Mark and Blaze as they entered the labyrinth. A cold dark that pressed in on your ears and made you want to close your eyes because you felt that that would be a lighter dark then you were experiencing with them opened.

Blaze gave an involuntary shudder.

The moment he took a step forward, he smacked into some sort of invisible wall and was propelled backward into the sealed hedge wall of the maze.

"What the…?"

"And where do you think you're going?" inquired Mark quietly.

Blaze didn't need any light to see the ugly smirk spread across his opponent's face…he could feel it.

"I'm going to save my girlfriend," Blaze replied, slowly getting to his feet, trying hard to keep calm.

"Oh, I don't know about that," Mark said in a voice of mock disappointment, "You see, I don't very much fancy your preoccupation with my fiancée."

Somewhere in the dark, Blaze felt Mark's cold fist slam into his right jaw. Overcome by shock, he stumbled once more to the ground, accompanied by icy peels of laughter and a swift kick to his groin.

The pain was so intense it drowned out all sounds of Mark Turner's drawl. Blaze felt that he was drowning…and yet he knew he had to resurface…for Danielle, for Draco, for bloody everyone.

Still swaying from the pain, Blaze braced himself as he pulled up to his feet once again. The moment he was standing the cool tip of Mark's wand was at his throat.

"Fool," Mark hissed, "You couldn't just give in to the pain, could you? I was planning on leaving you here, and going to claim my prize with you alive so I could dangle her in front of your drooling eyes."

"Fuck you," growled Blaze, causing Mark to jab his wand point deeper into his throat.

"But obviously," Mark's voice became deeper, almost sultry with blood lust, "That is not a possible scenario. You'll fight to the death, my worthy opponent. I respect that."

Blaze's eyes widened.

"Wait!" he would not sound pleading, he would be commanding, retain his courage through whatever this sick bastard brought upon him, "At least…tell Danielle." He struggled for what on earth he could ask Mark to tell her. Then finally he settled on the most unoriginal three words, because they meant more to him at this moment then they ever would again, "Tell her I love her."

"On the contrary," Mark sneered, "I was thinking of telling her how you begged for death. How you weren't willing to fight, not for her, not for anyone."

Blaze's eyes seethed blindly into the darkness, yet before he could even retaliated, the hushed excited words spilled from Mark Turner's lips.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light twisted around Blaze Zabini's neck and coiled all down his body, enveloping him and instantaneously sucking the life from his body. He was dead before he hit the ground.


Draco Malfoy clawed at the bonds holding MK's limbs to the wooden post as the sea of fire continued pressing in on them.

"MK!" he cried, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, I'm so very sorry!" The frustrated tears spilled from the corners of his eyes and burnt trails down his cheeks, "I wasn't going to…I really wasn't, I just…I'm sorry!"

He let out a cry of desperate frustration. The bindings would not budge.

"Don't be a fool, Draco!" hissed MK, tears falling from her eyes as well. But these were tears of terror, "You're a rotten liar! You're not sorry! You're a coward, Draco! You were going to kill me and leave me here! So what are you waiting for? Leave!"

"No!" said Draco, his eyes wide in disbelief. He was telling the truth! For once in his life he was telling the truth! But he had condemned himself with unforgivable deeds too many times in the past to have his image changed in this one moment of fiery truth.

Draco stared at this girl he was beginning to fall for. His steely gray eyes boiled over with hate.

"You're the coward!" he lashed out at her.

MK looked so severely stung that she burst into hysterics, her tears now fleeing wildly from her eyes.

"I'm the coward?" she shrieked, "Draco I'm dying! You could die with me, but you won't. You're going to leave me here to die alone, and to die because of you, no less! May my last words to the world be this; Draco Malfoy, you're a bloody coward and that's all you'll ever amount to!"

And with those impassioned words a flame that had been biting at one of her ankles freed MK's leg, and she kicked out at Draco with such strength that he went stumbling through the flames and out back out into the dungeon.

The wooden post finally caught fire and with a last screech of torment MK's living body was finally embraced by the flames, dissolved into the fire.

After a few moments Draco slowly got to his feet, his eyes encased once more in a defensive barrier of ice, his skin scorched badly and his black robes incinerated, raining down to the dungeon floor in ashes.

He blinked unfeelingly and slowly bent to sweep up MK's ashes.


Danielle could not feel anything but the shattered shards of glass tearing into her skin every time she breathed too deeply. She seemed to wait for hours. What was taking them so long? Why was Blaze not there yet? Had something happened? What was the shadow she had seen lurking within the depths of the maze?

All these questions throbbed against the walls of her mind; beating at her conscious relentlessly and making her feel woozy until suddenly, the sunlight began to fade. The glass shards began to fade, the manor around her and the tower beneath her all began to fade. It wasn't until she had completely disappeared and reappeared in a chamber of the manor that she had discovered that it was she who was disappearing.

The room was clad in the same black and navy velvet that Mark Turner had been wearing the last time she had seen him.

Shit, she thought, that can't be good.

Danielle surveyed the room frantically until her silver eyes fell upon Mark Turner himself, his characteristic smirk spread like butter across his face.

"Wondering where your knight in ratty T-shirts is?" He drawled, taking a step towards her.

She glared at him with burning hatred.

"Yes." Her voice was clipped and tense.

"He's dead."

The words dripped heavily into the air, hanging on the silence that followed them like molasses.

Danielle let out a shrill, nervous laugh of disbelief.

"Oh, you think it's funny too?" grinned Mark enthusiastically.

"Stop," she ordered of him, "Stop this. What's happened to him? Where's Blaze?"

"I told you, my dear," Mark sounded more impatient this time, "He's dead. He got in my way, so I killed him."

Danielle stared.

"I-I don't…believe you…" she stumbled over her words numbly, "I c-can't…I…"

In one swift motion Mark strode over to her and backhanded her across the face.

"Shut up, you silly girl!" he hissed, "He's dead. Blaze is dead. And you know what? He wanted to die," Danielle shook her head in protest but then winced as Mark rose his hand again threateningly, his temper rising, "He said nothing was worth the pain I was giving him. He stayed on the ground and whimpered and begged for me to kill him."

Danielle's eyes widened in hurt and as Mark continued his rampage, somewhat hysterically, she slowly recovered her wand from the inside folds of her dress.

"He said that he'd surrender you and Draco and anyone else he had to just to have me get it over with quick! He said that he'd gladly walk away from you forever if I let him live--"

"Stupefy!" Danielle shot the curse at him, and Mark's eyes rolled up into his head as he collapsed, unconscious, to the floor.

Shaking with rage and pain, Danielle strode over to him and jabbed her wand between his eyes. For a moment she just stared at his despicable form, hating it. Hating everything.

After awhile she drew a great shuddering sigh and quietly pocketed her wand. She disapparated from the manor, hating herself for not having the heart to kill the man who destroyed the man she loved.


A/N :'( whoa. I didn't even know that was all coming. It was so…depressing:( Well guys there's 1 more chapter left that'll hopefully tie everything up for everyone. Draco and Danielle will see each other…and then that's the end. It will be exciting and sad. Please REVIEW THIS CHAPTER so I know that there's a point finishing this story. Cuz you know if you've all forgotten about it and stopped reading then why bother...Thank youu.