Draco Malfoy has a secret.
The world thinks that he and the Savior Harry Potter is a deadly rival, only he knows, but in fact, Potter is the unspeakable love of his life.
The heat, unbearable heat, heat waves surge up; smoke, roaring into his nose, into his lungs. Draco swore to Merlin that there was no one more wretched than him now.
He wrapped his arms around the unconscious Goyle and looked around at the rickety tower of charred tables.
Where was Potter? Was he still alive? Of course he was alive. The mark on his chest continued to glow, and it was a stag. Yes, a stag, the patronus of the Savior Potter. It was originally a lightning bolt, exactly like the damn scar on Potter's forehead, and then one day in third year it changed and became this stag. Whenever Potter was near, this mark would flare up, and of course when he thought of him.
This must be the only connection between the two of them - Harry Potter is Draco Malfoy's soulmate.
It was ridiculous, wasn't it?
The whole school watched them fight from childhood to adulthood, and no one who would know: the young master of the Malfoy family actually has a crush on the savior Potter!
Potter was always so dazzling, laughing and joking with his friends: Weasley the red-haired mole, Granger the mudblood. Tsk, seek the limelight Potter, Potter is, as always, the boy who lived!
Suddenly, he saw a figure on a broomstick swooping towards him - Potter the Saint! He hurriedly raised his arms, but forgot that his hands were covered in sweat and they slipped out of Potter's hands at once.
"IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I'LL KILL YOU, HARRY!" roared Ron's voice.
As a great flaming chimaera bore down upon them, Goyle was dragged by Weasley and Granger together onto their broomsticks, the poor broomsticks wobbled for a while, and finally spun and undulated into the air again. Meanwhile, Draco climbed up behind Harry.
He had never been so close to Potter, never. He hugged Potter tightly, sniffing the smell of butterbeer emanating from the back of his neck glands. He held Potter tighter once more, the imprint on his chest growing hotter and he came to his senses, "The door, get to the door, the door!"
The broom beneath him picked up speed and Potter led Weasley, Granger and Goyle together through the suffocating rolls of black smoke.
Potter seemed to see something and changed direction, he made a sharp turn and swooped down.
"What are you doing! What are you doing! The door's over there!" Draco screamed, Potter must be crazy, what did he want?
Harry saved something from the mouth of a fire snake and lassoed it with his wrist, the fire snake immediately lunged at him and Harry turned his broom and went back into the air.
Draco screamed, clutching Harry's hand.
Damn Potter, damn Potter. What was so precious that you had to drag for? He was afraid there was something the Malfoys couldn't get? Now they were going to die here for such a precious thing!
The broom suddenly changed direction and accelerated, and after a few moments, fresh air filled his lungs, and then they hit the wall of the corridor outside, and Draco fell face first off the broom.
Oh no, Merlin, his nose!
Draco covered his nose and huffed backwards, then started coughing again, as if trying to cough up the smoke from his lungs earlier, but dry-heaving from the effort.
Finally he slowed down, his voice still a little choked, and he wondered why he had said the name: "C-Crabbe, C-Crabbe ..."
"He's dead." Weasley's nonchalant voice came from the other side.
Of course he knew that Crabbe was dead, no one survived under that kind of Fiendfire unless it was extinguished. Of course he knew that! But he didn't know why he was getting upset. Crabbe was just one of his followers, and even he had just tried to ...
Draco's mind began to muddle.
Suddenly he heard Potter call out, "Where's Ginny? Where is she?"
Draco felt like he had been hit with a Crucio. The man he loved was calling another woman's name. That's right, Potter and his little girlfriend Ginny Weasley. Wake up, Draco, he deserves better. You're a Death Eater, a Death Eater branded with the Dark Mark. What makes you think the great SAVIOR SAINT POTTER would give up his girlfriend for you?
Draco stood up holding onto the wall, he didn't want to be here anymore. He wanted to get out of here, out of this corridor, out of Potter.
He walked aimlessly and without his wand in his hand, with the sound of magic spells, explosions, and the dazzling light emitted from the one spell in his ears. But what does all this have to do with him? He was still walking aimlessly.
"There's an invisible man here!"
The invisible man, Porter! He immediately turned his head in that direction, but was stopped in his tracks by a Death Eater.
"Ohhh, look who it is! The young master with the tender skin?" The Death Eater's hand began to misbehave, and Draco then remembered that he was without his wand in his hand and could only beg for mercy: "I am Draco Malfoy, I am Draco, and I am on your side."
A spell flew, knocking the damn Death Eater unconscious. Draco turned his head in the direction of the spell and looked for the caster. Suddenly, someone gave him a punch, flipping him over the Death Eater, and then a vicious voice rang out over him, "That's the second time we've saved your little life tonight, you two-faced bastard!"
His mouth was dripping with blood and he recognized it, it was the Weasley's voice. It was obvious that it was Potter who had saved him again.
Draco sat on the Death Eater for a moment to slow down, spitting out the blood from his mouth before he grabbed the Death Eater's wand and stood up. He did not dare to be distracted, he had to protect the life Harry saved.
Soon he met a Gryffindor who was fighting with the Death Eaters. It was clear that he was at a disadvantage. Draco wielded the wand he had just grabbed to join the fight. This wand is not so smooth, but at least it works. The Gryffindor saw the visitor, glanced at it and froze. The Death Eaters on the other side saw this and threw a death spell over. Draco immediately stepped forward and ripped the Gryffindor away, then threw Reducto at the Death Eater, while putting a Protego on both himself and the Gryffindor, and shouted at him: "Hey, what are you staring at! Fight back!" Only then did the Gryffindor wake up like a dream and once again into the fight.
Finally, under the cooperation of the two, the Death Eater was fixed by the Gryffindor a Petrificus totalus. Draco turned out of thin air a silver-green rope, snake like wandering around the body of the Death Eaters, tied him up, and then disarmed his wand, pouted into two. Then turned out a silver-green net, the Death Eaters will be wrapped around, hanging from the ceiling. After all this, Draco also did not look at the Gryffindor, straight away. And at that moment, he heard the Gryffindor's voice shouted at him: "Thank you!" Then it went down again, "O Merlin's beard! I'm not dreaming! Draco Malfoy and I are fighting the Death Eaters together?"
Draco remembered who this voice was: Potter's fanatic fan - Colin Creevey, the guy who followed Potter every day in second year to take pictures, the mudblood who snuck into the medical wing half the night and ended up petrified. He's a mudblood! O Merlin! He saved a mudblood! Wait, he knows Potter, and Potter knows him, and he's a Gryffindor ...
With that thought in mind, Draco turned towards Colin.
Colin looked at Malfoy's approaching figure and his eyes contracted sharply before he grabbed his wand.
"You're Colin Creevey, Potter's rabid fan?"
"Uh, yes, I am." The corners of Colin's mouth twitched.
"Very well, come with me." Draco made a move to turn around.
"Wait," Malfoy turned his head again, looking impatient, and Colin pursed his lips, "I mean, why should I go with you? I'm a Gryffindor and you're a Slytherin, and ..." Colin's words were cut off by Draco before he could finish them.
"Think about it with your troll brain, wouldn't it be better if I were to get you killed just now with that Death Eater? Why wait until now?" He seemed to be about to spew venom, but stopped for some reason, "Listen, Professor McGonagall said in the auditorium that students old enough to stay, and you're obviously not old enough. And I saw that you were part of the group of students who were expelled by Professor McGonagall herself. Now, I'm going to send you back."
"No, I'm staying, I'm in Dumbledore's Army!" Colin was practically jumping up and down.
"I don't care what army you are or aren't, I just know you're not old enough. This isn't a joke, you could die! Okay, come here now, I'm going to send you back." Draco grew impatient as he planned to chant a Stupefy to the little troll.
"I don't care, I'm not afraid to die! My parents have been killed by Death Eaters! I want revenge for them!" Colin finally exploded, his eyes filled with tears as he yelled at Malfoy.
Draco froze, and for a moment he seemed to see Harry yelling hysterically at Snape in front of Hagrid's hut last year. He softened his attitude: "I remember you have a brother named Dennis, right?"
Colin nodded with red eyes.
"So you want to lose you, your last family member, after he lost your parents?"
"No, he's already been moved out."
Draco clasped his hands to his chest and said good-naturedly, "If I remember correctly, your brother is also a Dumbledore's Army, right!"
"How did you know that?" Colin's eyes widened.
Draco narrowed his eyes, it seems that he really guessed right.
"You could have run back, not to mention your brother. Okay, look, I can stop taking you to Professor McGonagall," Draco waved his hand, stopping a spell that was flying towards them and speeding up his speech, "But you have to come with me and I will make sure you are safe, I am the Prefect. Now you come with me to the main group and then to your brother," Draco yanked Creevey forward while dodging the flying spell, "wipe your face and get your wand." Then they joined the fight again.
He was the only Slytherin in the entire confrontation force, and everyone froze at the sight of him.
They finally met Professor McGonagall, who was leading the combat team, in the Gryffindor tower. She was very surprised to see them both: "Mr. Malfoy? You ..." She paused for a moment and then saw Colin next to her, "Mr. Creevey, what are you doing here? This is no place for you to be, evacuate ..."
"Professor McGonagall," Draco interrupted her who was still chattering, "Let him stay and fight with us, I'll make sure he's safe, I promise."
"Mr. Malfoy ..." Professor McGonagall looked at him with that look for the first time, then she quickly adjusted herself then said to Colin, "Well, Mr. Creevey, you can stay. But you must stay with Mr. Malfoy."
"I will, thank you, Professor McGonagall." Colin's face lifted into a large smile while casting a grateful glance at Draco.
They raised their wands once again, in unison. Later they also met Lombaton and Wood, followed by Dennis who had sneaked back and been caught.
That night, many people saw the young master Malfoy and they fought together.
The battle went on for a long time, and Draco became dusty, his robes became torn and tattered, and his face was cut. He should be thankful that he only suffered minor injuries. The Creevey brothers who followed him were also all in full beard. It seems that Merlin still favors himself.
Suddenly, a voice that seemed to be close at hand, high and cold, began to speak: "You made a brave resistance," the voice echoed between the walls and the floor, and everyone heard it as if he was behind them, his breath sprayed on their necks, and he could take any one of them with a wave of his hand sex, "Lord Voldemort knows how to appreciate courage." The Dark Mark on Draco's left arm began to ache vaguely.
"But you have suffered a heavy loss," the voice continued, Draco fell to his knees with a thud, covering his left arm, and for a moment all eyes around him were on him. "If you continue to resist, you will die one by one," he began to curl up, "I don't want that to happen, every drop of sorcerer's blood is a loss and a waste," he shivered, "Lord Voldemort is merciful. I order my troops to retreat, retreat immediately," he didn't move, he was staying while the other Death Eaters all dropped their wands and turned into a trail of black smoke. "One hour, you were given one hour to decently place the dead and treat the wounded," there was only one hour left,"Harry Potter, now I speak, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour."
After a moment of silence, Draco finally spoke up, "Potter." The poeple standing around him stared at him warily with their wands.
"Potter." He looked up at the guarded faces.
"Mr. Malfoy." Professor McGonagall was walking towards him just a short distance away and People spontaneously make way for her.
"Professor, Professor McGonagall. We have to find him, find him, hide him. He has to live, he has to live." Draco said at the end, his eyes looking straight at Professor McGonagall. He had only one thought in his head now: Harry has to live, Harry has to live.
"We will, we will, Mr. Malfoy," said Professor McGonagall, taking him into her arms for comfort, "Mr. Potter will live, he will live."
After that, he followed Madam Pomfrey to treat the wounded. They were too badly wounded, too badly hurt.
One by one, Draco recited healing spells to them, hoping that by doing so he would keep Merlin blessed and keep Harry alive. He knew Harry was alive, he knew. The mark on his chest was still glowing, Harry was alive, he was still alive.
He suddenly felt something passing, Harry, Harry. The mark was unresponsive, it was no longer responsive, no longer glowing. He felt his world suddenly lose its color and fall into an endless darkness. He wanted to roar out loud! He wanted to run into the forbidden forest! He wanted to kill the snake-faced man!
But he couldn't, he couldn't explain it all, he couldn't tell anyone, he couldn't tell anyone: Harry was his soulmate, he couldn't!
Draco continued the movements of his hands as if nothing had happened.
"Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone."
"Bump!" Draco broke a bottle of Dittany, but he couldn't care less, couldn't care about anything else. He rushed out of the auditorium with the others as fast as he had ever rushed in his life, and rushed to the playground.
Voldemort was still talking about something, he could not hear anything else. He stared dead at the man lying in the arms of the half-blood giant Hagrid, like a rag doll, Harry lay motionless. Draco felt himself fall into an ice cellar.
"No!" Professor McGonagall let out a sound he had never heard before, another female voice letting loose with laughter. He knew it was his crazy Aunt Bella.
This was followed by three more miserable screams: Weasley, Granger, and Weasley. Everyone was cursing and then - "Silence!" Voldemort waved his hand, accompanied by a strong flash of light, and everyone was forced to silence, "It's over! Set him down, Hagrid, at my feet, where he belongs!"
Draco stared dead at Harry, watching him being placed on the grass, watching Voldemort stride back and forth beside him. No matter how much he called out Harry's name in his mind, the mark on his chest would no longer glow.
Harry was dead!
Voldemort was rambling on again, and Draco couldn't hear anything else.
"Draco, come here."
The people around him automatically dispersed, leaving him completely exposed to the people across the room. He looked at the hand his mother and father held out to him, and then the snake face of Voldemort.
"Come on, Draco, my friend."
"Draco, come here."
They repeated.
He moved and walked towards them.
"Junior Mr. Malfoy." Professor McGonagall's voice rang out.
He took one step towards them.
One step, he remembered his mother's face, always in delicate makeup, the gentle voice that called him Dray singing the song that lulled him to sleep, the star of Skyrim that spewed from his wand to represent him.
Two steps, he remembered his father's stern to him, with a snake-headed cane to knock his head, a rare proud smile to him, and the back when blocking him to Voldemort begging for mercy.
Three steps, he remembered in the Room of Requirement, he and Harry shared a broomstick, he held Harry, his body heat, his pheromones; the Christmas holidays, Malfoy Manor, his ugly face, his green eyes when he looked at him.
Four steps, he remembered the spell Harry had flung at him in Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom that had nearly killed him. Although Snape arrived in time to save him and did not leave a scar, but still ended up in the hospital for weeks before he recovered. And the way Harry always looked at him and chased him throughout that year.
Five steps, he remembered the picture of Harry lying in Dumbledore's arms in the Daily Prophet; the vicious look in his green eyes when he joined Umbridge's investigation team and gave Harry a demerit every time he looked at him; and the first time he had the urge to use Crucio when Umbridge slapped Harry in the face.
Six steps, he remembered his excitement at seeing Harry at the Quidditch World Cup; the smile Harry had given him when he had been turned into a ferret by Moody; the moment Harry had dived for the dragon's egg, dragging the half of his body that had been cut by the dragon's tail; Harry's opening dance with the Parvati at the Christmas Ball; the French woman kissing Harry after he had saved Weasley and the French woman's sister from the Great Lake. In the last race, Harry came out of the maze and cried over Diggory's body, "He's back! Voldemort's back!"
Seven steps, he remembered the first class of Care of Magical Creatures, where Harry had made a big splash riding Buckbeak and then got himself clawed by the beast; the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff Quidditch match, where Harry had fallen fifty feet from the sky; and the Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw Quidditch match, where Harry had ridden his Firebolt and his wand had glowed silvery white at the dementors he was pretending to be.
Eight steps, he remembered the tit-for-tat with Harry on the Quidditch pitch when he joined Slytherin Quidditch team; the Quidditch match where he and Harry ran neck-and-neck and ended up in the hospital wing together; the duel between him and Harry on the dueling stage where Harry talked to the snake he had summoned and was isolated from the whole school; the end of the term when he and Weasley rescued Weasley's sister and the waster, Lockhart, was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for the Magical Injuries because of memory loss.
Nine steps, he remembered Snape's targeting of Harry in Potions class; Harry's amazing flying talent in his first flying class, after which he joined Gryffindor's Quidditch team; Harry's smiling face when he swallowed the golden snitch in the Quidditch match with Slytherin and Ms. Hodge awarded Gryffindor the victory; Harry's smiling face when Gryffindor got the House Cup at the end of the term.
Ten steps, he remembered Harry's rejection of his advances on the train, and remembered Harry's thin body when they first met in Mrs. Morkin's store in Diagon Alley.
Finally, he walked up to Voldemort. The snake-faced man opened his arms toward him, and he drew his wand and aimed it at Voldemort's big snake, the one that had eaten people in front of him.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"No, Draco!" He heard the screams of his mother and father and Voldemort's angry voice-
"Avada Kedavra!"
There was a flash of green light, as if Harry's emerald eyes had blinked, and then it was all over.
-TBC-