Hey, this is only a quick short one. It was only a short idea but I think it turned out alright; please let me know what you think thank you, much love :)

Summary:

My take on what happened when Lucius Malfoy calls for his son during the final battle.

Really? Couldn't have told me that before?

"Draco." Lucius Malfoy's voice was broken as he called for his son. Draco stood strong on his side. He was surrounded by his fellow classmates and teachers but his mind was only on the curly haired beauty standing a few feet from him. Draco had done so much to prove to her how much she meant to him and he wasn't going to stop now.

"Draco." Lucius called again, voice slightly louder this time. Draco stood his ground. His father looked and sounded pathetic. Lucius stood like a coward his shoulder were hunched. His eyes were shallow and edged with dark circles. His face hollow and sunken. Hair matted with dirt, sweat and blood. Lucius stood like a coward.

"Draco, come." Narcissa Malfoy's voice was soft as she called for her son. Draco wavered on his side. His mother looked and sounded proud. Narcissa stood strong her shoulders were back. Her eye hard, edges crinkled with wrinkles. Her face glowing. Hair flying loose. Narcissa stood strong. The contrast between the elder Malfoys was as bold as it has ever been. Draco walked towards a line of evil in the silence. Draco could feel the disappointed looks emitting from the other side. But most hurtful of all was the heartbroken look of the girl he loved.

"Draco, so glad to have you back." Voldemort hissed, he patted Draco's shoulder as he walked to his parents. Narcissa gave Draco another sure nod. Once Voldemort turned his back on them Draco shouted.

"Potter. NOW!" Draco shouted. "Expelliarmus!" Draco shot the spell at Voldemort and his wand flew out of his hand. Potter flew out of Hagrid's arms and into action. Draco turned to face his father and mother. He pushed his mother behind him and faced his father full on.

"Draco-" Lucius was cut off as his sons fist flew at his face knocking him to the ground. He pulled his mother and pushed her into the arms of McGonagall's arms. Deatheaters were disaperating all around them fleeing from a losing battle. Draco looked around until he saw her. Her disgruntled look as she scrambled to get inside. Draco watched in slow motion as she fell. People were scrambling to get past her. As she hit the floor Draco set off at a run. He reached her and pulled her into his arms carrying her out of the crowds and into the great hall. Once he got her inside everything came rushing out at once.

"Are you alright? I can't believe no-one helped you. Potter promised he would look after you. I'm going to kill Weasley. What's wrong? Please don't cry." Draco sat her down in the wreck of the Great Hall and knelt before her.

"I thought you had gone." Hermione sobbed.

"I told you I would never turn my back on you. I said I would prove to you. I love you Hermione." Draco placed his hands on either side of Hermione's face bringing their foreheads together.

"I love you too." Hermione cried. She brought his face to hers and kissed his pale lips. Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione and brought her closer. Hermione pressed her body against his.

"I would never do anything to jeopardise that. Potter and I had a plan."

"Really? Couldn't have told me that before?" Hermione chuckled. Draco kissed her again winding one hand into her hair as the other wrapped tightly around her waist.

"More on that later, we have got a snake to kill." Draco said pulling Hermione up and grasping her hand and walking out of the Great Hall with her.