Draco leapt about ten feet in the air. He had been standing in the shadows, watching the campsite through a parting in the trees. After Potty, Weasel, and Granger had gone, he'd trailed behind them, keeping them in view. He'd watched them settle down, right in the middle of a small, but very obvious clearing, where anyone- anyone- could have seen them. And they said Granger was smart?
He watched, feeling a horrible, sinking sensation in his stomach, as a jet of glittering green light shot into the air. It seemed to have come not far from where the Golden Trio had settled. He watched in horror, as the green light formed a huge, glittering green skull, with a serpent tongue.
The Dark Mark. Something Draco had previously hoped that he never, ever had to see in his entire life. His father's arm bore the faint trace of it, but Draco had assumed that he'd never see the real thing… And here it was now, bright green, sparkly and big, illuminating the whole sky… And, Oh Sweet Salazar… Granger! She was still there in the clearing!
He tore his eyes from the green skull with the writhing snake protruding from its mouth, and focused on the clearing where he knew Granger was sitting.
The three of them had gotten to their feet. Potter and Weasel were standing in front of Granger. Without stopping to think, Draco ran. Ran as fast as he could. Screams erupted all around him, as people hidden in the woods realized what exactly, was blazing in the air. He only stopped when he was directly behind the tree that Granger, Potty and Weasel had been sitting under just moments before.
Thank Merlin. Granger was standing right in front of the tree, Potter and Weasel were in the clearing, in the light. Granger was half in shadow. Reaching forward, Draco grabbed her elbow, and quickly pressed his sweaty hand to her cover her mouth. And not a moment too soon, he was positive she was about to scream.
"Get out of here!" He hissed into her ear. Good thing the people around were making so much noise, if they weren't, the Dunderhead Duo would surely have heard him. Draco growled in frustration as he felt her stiffen, realizing who he was. "Gr- Hermione!"
He didn't know why he'd stopped himself from calling her 'Granger' and called her 'Hermione' instead. His heart was pounding, his ears ringing, and he felt a raw terror that he'd never felt before in the pit of his stomach. "Why can't you just listen to what people tell you!" He demanded angrily, fighting to keep his voice a whisper. "GET! OUT! OF! HERE! NOW!"
His heart felt like it was in his throat, making it difficult for him to speak clearly. He spun her around, and stared into her brown eyes. Not that he could tell now; he could barely make out her features, but it was something he always knew. "Just get out of here, Hermione! Do you know what that is?"
He jerked his head at that Dark Mark, hovering in the sky. He didn't doubt that she did, but he felt a bit of the thickening panic in his chest fade away as she nodded. "Do you hear me? Run!"
Hermione nodded again, words seemingly unable to come out of her mouth. Draco gave her arm one last squeeze, turned, and disappeared into the darkness.
Malfoy's point of view of that night.
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