This is chapter 7. The second part of this Chapter will follow Lucius for a bit, so we know why he tried to kill Draco and how he found him. But first, lets see if Draco is alive or not …. This is quite a sad chapter, for which I'm sorry, it will get better though :)

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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Draco, Hermione, or anything else Harry Potter wise.

Rain was trickling into the alleyway, running down the grubby walls and landing with a small "splish splish splish" on the pavement. Voices could be heard in the distance, laughing, screaming, shrieking in joy. The people of New York enjoying their Saturday night out in Times Square, without a care in the world. The rain didn't affect them. In the alleyway two people were lying on the pavement, the first to stir was the girl. Hermione woke up to the sound of raindrops bouncing off the pavement.

Looking around she saw Draco lying on his back, eyes closed. No, No, she thought to herself. Panic rose up in her and her eyes watered, not due to the rain, but through fear. Was Draco, could he really be, dead? She crawled over to him, flinching as she did so, her body was sore and aching. She gently placed two fingers to his neck and felt a faint pulse. Relief swept over her. Sitting down next to him, she pulled off her top jacket and placed it over Draco's chest. She then ran her hand over his forehead, he was cold, so cold. Carefully, she stroked his forehead, and as though at her touch, his eyes flickered.

"Her - Hermione" He whispered faintly.

"I'm here," Hermione replied, still stroking his forehead.

Slowly, Draco opened his eyes and looked at Hermione. He smiled faintly,

"You - You're ok" He croaked softly.

Tears started to run down Hermione's face, she hastily rubbed her eyes with her hand, not taking them off of Draco.

"Of course I am," She smiled, "You saved me"

"Where's - Father?" He asked

"Gone" Hermione said, watching Draco let out a small groan and close his eyes again.

"Maybe" He began "You should just leave me. They won't give up until I'm dead"

"Don't be stupid!" Hermione whispered Fiercely. "I'm not leaving you here!"

He didn't reply, just lay on his back, he would of looked dead if it wasn't for the fact that his chest was slowly moving up and down.

"We need to get you to a hospital, I don't know how to fix these wounds and you're too weak to Apparate" Hermione said, "I need to go and get help" she whispered but still he didn't reply, his breathing getting slower.

She got up, grabbed her wand and made her way out of the alleyway. Once she reached the end she looked back, Draco was still lying on the ground unmoving. Fresh tears ran down Hermione's face and she ran into Times Square to get help. She saw a phonebooth on the other side of the street and ran over to it. Dialling 911, she got an Ambulance to come to Times Square. She hung up, and ran back over the road to the alleyway entrance.

10 minutes later an Ambulance arrived, two men jumped out and grabbed a stretcher. Hermione led them down the alleyway to where Draco was laying. He hadn't moved since she left. Hermione watched as the two ambulance men gently lifted Draco onto the stretcher, they then carried him down the alleyway and carefully placed him in the back of the ambulance. Turning towards Hermione, one of the men said

"Do you know this man?"

"He's - He's my - Boyfriend" she cried, tears running freely now as she watched Draco's limp body.

"Are you coming to the hospital?" He asked, handing her a tissue.

"Yes, Of course" She climbed up in to the ambulance and sat beside Draco, holding his hand in hers. "It'll be ok, Muggles are very good at healing people" she whispered to him.

One of the men came and sat opposite her "I need to monitor his breathing" he said, "if it gets any lower, then he may fall unconcious and we might have trouble getting him back"

Hermione nodded, gently squeezing Draco's hand. He felt so cold and she was scared. She didn't know what she would do if he died. Over the past few days they had gotten so close, and now this had happened. She swallowed, trying to hold back her tears and look strong. She couldn't believe Lucius would do this, his own Father tried to kill him. Did he really care so much about his reputation?

"Madam, we're here. We need you to let go of his hand so that we can get him out" the man said, watching Hermione closely.

"Sorry" she said, she gave his hand one last squeeze and then let go. She stumbled out of the ambulance and followed the men into the main reception. A group of nurses came up, dragging a bed with them. The two men slowly placed Draco onto the bed and then he was whisked off, through a pair of doors and out of sight.

"Where's he going?" Hermione shrieked, trying to follow them through the doors. A nurse caught her arm "You can't go back there" she said, "he needs surgery straight away. He has internal bleeding. Please, sit down here. As soon as I get news I will tell you"

She pulled Hermione over to a small sofa gently pushing her into it. "I will be back with news, please stay here" and with that she disappeared through the doors.

Hermione put her head into her hands and cried until she felt as though she couldn't cry anymore. A few hours later the nurse returned.

Hermione jumped up "How is he?" she said, trying to keep calm.

"We managed to stop the bleeding. He's stable. Once he wakes up you can go and see him" She said, smiling. Hermione fell back onto the sofa, relieved. The nurse came and sat by her "What happened to him?" she asked, "You never told us"

Hermione looked at her hands, they were still shaking slightly. "He got attacked" she murmered. "He saved me" she said, her voice wobbling slightly.

"Well," The nurse began, "He's very lucky to be alive. You got him in quickly. Any slower and he'd be dead by now. Do you want a drink?"

Hermione nodded, "Just a tea please"

The nurse returned with a drink and carefully passed it to Hermione, she then went back though the doors. Hermione sipped her drink slowly, she could calm down now, he was alive.

The nurse returned and sat by her "He's awake. Do you want to see him?"

"Yes please," Hermione said.

She followed the nurse down a corridor and into a little room to the left. Draco was the only patient there, and his face lit up when he saw Hermione. She ran over to him and carefully hugged him, she felt her eyes starting to water again but didn't care. "I thought I lost you" she cried.

"Hermione, Calm down. I'm fine." He murmered, his voice was still weak.

She leaned forward and kissed his forehead, "You nearly died" she whispered.

"Nearly. But you saved me" He said, attempting to smirk but flinching instead at the pain he was in.

Hermione grabbed a chair and sat next to the bed, she took hold of Draco's hand again "I guess we're even now" She smiled weakly.

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Malfoy Manor

A loud CRACK was heard and out of nowhere a small house elf appeared wearing a small pillowcase over his body. He looked up at Lucius.

"Well," Lucius said, "Where are they?"

"They just left Las Vegas, Sir. They said they were going to New York next" The house elf replied.

"You know where they are now, Lucius" A voice from across the room said, Lucius turned to look at Yaxley. "You can go and Kill you're traitor of a Son" He sneered. "Try and redeem some dignity"

Lucius turned back towards the house elf "Where about?"

"The four seasons in Manhattan, Sir" the elf squeaked.

"Very well, You can go Kayfoy" Lucius said, and with another loud CRACK the elf disappeared.

Lucius didn't look at Yaxley again, he made his way over to the large dining table and flopped down into a chair, running his hand through his light blonde hair.

"Lucius" Yaxley started "if you don't kill him, I will" He sat down opposite Lucius, watching him carefully. "He's a failure to the Dark Lord, and one of the reasons why he failed"

"I know what must be done" Lucius replied quietly. "And I must be the one to do it"

He got up slowly at last glancing at Yaxley. "Not a word to Narcissa about this" He snarled, He hated Yaxley and he hated the fact that he was bossing him about, in his own house! But he had no choice, Voldemort may be gone but the Death Eaters were still angry and they wanted revenge. Besides Lucius had a plan.

Yaxley nodded, got up and said "Tonight, Lucius. Or I will" then he Disapparated.

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"Are you coming up to bed Lucius" Narcissa said softly.

"Not yet, " Lucius replied " I have some unfinished business to take care off"

She looked as though she was about to ask what the unfinished business was, but changed her mind halfway through. She nodded at him, and made her way upstairs.

Lucius got out a piece of parchment and a quill and wrote a note to Draco. He then found Hershel, attached the note and then watched as Hershel flew away into the setting Sun, getting smaller and smaller.

He waited till 5am, dozing in and out of consciousness. When the clock chimed 5, he got up.

Grabbing his travelling cloak and cane he made his way out of the Manor, he didn't want Narcissa to hear him Apparating. He stopped infront of the fountains, took one last glance at the Manor and at Draco's old bedroom window, then Disapparated.

He arrived at Times Square just after Midnight, and found a corner to stand in and wait. Lucius knew the only way to redeem himself was to kill his Son. But, did he really care about his reputation? Didn't he want out? He saw Draco across the road, and felt his heart sink. Wasn't the reason he kicked Draco out was so the Death Eaters wouldn't find him? And now look, his Son looked at him as though he was nothing.

He was also with that Granger girl, Great. He wanted Draco to come alone. He saw Draco make his way over and led them both down the alleyway. He knew he had to do this, if he didn't Yaxley would. Yaxley would do it in the worst way possible as well making him pay for letting the Death Eaters down.

Halfway down the alleyway he made up his mind, and spun round to stun Draco. He watched as his Son let out a gasp, then fall as though in slow motion, to the ground. Hating himself, Lucius unstunned Draco and yelled "Crucio!" he watched as his Son writhed in agony, seeing his Son look up at him with a look of pure desperation killed him inside.

After Draco fell for the last time, Lucius stood over him. He knew he was still alive, he could see his chest moving. He didn't use Avada Kedavra on him, because he never wanted Draco dead. Instead he used a spell that would puncture his kidneys, and cause bleeding. Nothing St' Mungo's couldn't sort out straight away. Besides, He was with Granger, she was clever, she'd sort him out. He couldn't take his eyes of his Son, Draco was lying there like a crumpled puppet. Feeling tears start to appear he said, "You're a failure" out loud, whilst under his breath he said Im sorry and then Disapparated back to the Manor. He knew Yaxley would of followed him and checked that he carried it through, and indeed once he arrived back, he saw Yaxley stood by the fountains, watching the water glisten in the moonlight.

"He's dead" Lucius said, avoiding Yaxley's eye contact.

"I know, I saw what you did." Yaxley sneered "Shame you didn't kill the Mudblood too"

Lucius didn't reply, He gave Yaxley a swift nod and stalked into the Manor, tears slowly running down his face.