A/N - Hi guys I am finally back yay! I've just finished my exams today, the last one was hellish but it is finally summer for me woo! And that means faster updates. As always, I love writing these chapters and I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. Please leave a review if you do enjoy the story! Thanks:D xx
Also here is the cast for the story:
Tom Felton – Draco Malfoy
Emma Watson – Hermione Granger
Rupert Grint – Ron Weasley
Daniel Radcliffe – Harry Potter
Scarlett Byrne – Pansy Parkinson
Emilie de Ravin – Daphne Greengrass
Diego Boneta – Blaise Zabini
Bonnie Wright – Ginny Weasley
Nathaniel Buzolic – Theodore Nott
Evanna Lynch – Luna Lovegood
You know something I don't
It's not like you to be cold
Every night replayed over and over
You say things that I don't
You make me feel alone
Every night replayed over and over
-Over and Over, 5 Seconds of Summer
A Rebel With A Tainted Heart Chapter 13
With a thump and a loud groan, Draco Malfoy once again landed on the wooden floor of his large bedroom. It had been three days since he, Hermione, Potter, Blaise and the Weasley's had arrived at Malfoy Manor and every morning he had consistently fallen out of bed. Grumbling, he rolled onto his back on the floor, running a hand through his slightly curling white blond hair and blinking his silver eyes a few times to clear them of their hazy sleep hue.
Hearing the sheets rustle, he blinked again a few times before opening his eyes more clearly to look at the bed where he had fallen from. Peering over the edge was his girlfriend, who had the curliest bed hair you could ever imagine, but still managed to make it work. She's beautiful any time, Draco thought to himself with a small smile.
"Did you fall off the bed again?" Hermione asked, shaking her head slightly.
"I honestly don't know how I keep doing it, the bed's huge, it's not like there isn't enough space," Draco muttered, getting to his feet and stretching out his long limbs.
"Oh I know it is, thank god your room has an impenetrable silencing spell on it," The brunette grinned cheekily, and Draco waggled his eyebrows.
"They all do, the elves placed them on the rooms. By the way, if you go into Blaise and Ginny's room, do not touch anything, at least not until you're sure it's been disinfected or cleaned," The blond made a face, shivering slightly. Knowing Blaise, it was a good thing the rooms were silenced.
"Ugh, good point," Hermione cringed, lying back down on the bed. She wasn't feeling very well at all this morning, her head was sore and she felt a little sick.
"Are you alright?" Draco asked her, sitting down on the bed beside her and allowing her to half lie in his lap.
"Feel a bit weird, but I'll be fine, I think I probably just need to get up and outside."
"If you say so. Do you want a potion or something?" Draco asked her, brushing her hair out of her face with a pale hand.
"I'm fine, stop worrying! Get ready and we'll go downstairs!" Hermione giggled, jumping up and beating him to the bathroom. She laughed even harder when she heard him grumbling about always being last in the shower.
"Should be quicker Draco!" The brunette called out to her boyfriend, who cursed loudly before flopping back down on the bed. They really were perfect for each other.
~O.O~
"We are going to speak with Albus soon," Mr Weasley announced to them all, gesturing to himself, Ron and Harry.
"What about?" Molly asked, flattening her red curls with a free hand.
"No idea Mols, he sent me a letter earlier saying to bring Ron and Harry to meet with him at Hogwarts with Minerva."
"We'll be leaving in about five minutes," He added, standing up and gathering his own cloak and passing Harry and Ron theirs.
"I'll lift the disapparation charm then," Draco said, standing with them before they went outside.
A few minutes later, Hermione, Molly, Narcissa and Ginny went outside to where Draco and Blaise were standing talking. All of a sudden they stopped and went quiet. Oh no, thought Ginny.
"What's wrong?" Narcissa called out to the two very pale looking boys.
"Pansy," They said simply before looking at each other and disapparating.
"Why does everything go wrong for us? All I want is for my son to have a normal life and he can't even have that! And why now? It's nearly Christmas for God's sake!" The distress was clear in the older woman's voice as she buried her face in her hands. Molly Weasley put a comforting arm around her as Ginny and Hermione turned to face each other.
"What do you think they meant by Pansy?" Ginny asked, worried.
"I have no idea, but I have a feeling it wasn't something good," Hermione replied, equally worried. She and Ginny had become good friends with the girl now she was dating Ron and had obviously changed since the war. She honestly wasn't as bad or as pug-faced as everyone made out. In fact, she was quite beautiful.
"What if she's hurt?" Molly asked, scared for the young girl.
"Draco and Blaise can help her. Being Death Eaters they were trained thoroughly in the medical field. Blaise being Blaise isn't very level headed when it comes to blood and sick people, but Draco is the best healer I've ever seen in my life and I'm not just being biased because he's my son. He's saved people when no one else, not even St Mungo's healers could," Narcissa couldn't help but smile with pride when she spoke of her son. Ginny was quiet, reminiscing of the night of the Great War.
"He tried to save Colin Creevey and Lavender, but he couldn't, no one could. He and Blaise saved me, I've never told you the story have I?" She asked them sadly and they shook their heads. Taking a deep breath, the redhead began.
-She ran through the rubble of Hogwarts, what was once a magnificent home to all who went there. It was hard, seeing the place in complete ruins. She tried not to let her emotions overcome her as she scrambled over walls blown to smithereens. Ginny was absolutely terrified for Harry, Hermione and her brother. They were off hunting for the penultimate Horcrux somewhere within the crumbling castle walls, but right now, Ginny didn't even know if they were alive. She had to find them, even though Ron warned her sternly she shouldn't. But she couldn't stay and fight outside, she was only 17 for God's sake, she wasn't a warrior like Harry, she wasn't strong like Hermione and she wasn't courageous like Ron. It wasn't fair, this wasn't the life they had chosen, this awful life chose them.
Finally, Ginny reached what looked like the third floor of the school. Statues were smashed along the corridors, blood was spattered up the walls and portraits once filled with smiling witches and wizards were now empty. Suddenly she heard a mad half laugh, half growl and her heart nearly jumped right out of her chest. She recognised that snarl - it belonged to Fenrir Greyback, the most sadistic werewolf supporter of Voldemort. Ginny span on her heels to face him, before raising her wand to send a disarming spell at him, which he quickly blocked.
"Silly little witch," He mused.
"You think a simple disarming spell will stop me, oh how wrong you are pretty one," He grinned madly and she shook with fear as he disarmed HER. He had her backed up to a wall and it was taking Ginny all her will power not to remember what she had seen him do to poor Lavender Brown. She hadn't particularly liked the girl but she never wanted her dead and especially not at the hands of Greyback.
Out of nowhere, Fenrir Greyback was barrelled into, forcing him to the ground. He wrestled with his two attackers, but they were strong, stronger than the werewolf surprisingly.
"Expelliarmus!" The dark haired one yelled.
"Petrificus Totalus!" The blond beside him snapped angrily at the werewolf, who's eyes widened as he recognised the pair. He was completely immobilised by 'two of his own'. They turned to the terrified girl, shaking against the wall.
"Bl..Blaise Zabini? Dr..Draco Malfoy? D..did you two ju..just save me?" Her voice shook with nerves as she looked amazed at her rescuers.
"I guess we did Weaslette," The tall blond chuckled deeply. He was covered in dust, bloody cuts and bruises.
"Are you alright Red?" The dark curly haired one asked her softly. He too was covered in dust, bloody cuts and bruises.
"I..I think so, oh my god I thought he was going to kill me like Lavender Brown," Ginny burst into tears and Draco Malfoy stepped back.
"Woah, she's all yours Blaise, make sure she's alright, I'm going to find Pans. Be safe girl ginger, and remember, don't look down." Malfoy grimaced thinking about it then smiled for a half-second as she gave him a hug before running off to find his best friend.
"Don't look down?" Ginny sniffled, confused.
"So you don't see all the bodies, friends or not. We've already looked down and I wish I hadn't but I'm guessing you haven't, please don't," He explained and she gave out a strangled half-sob.
"Sh Red, you're safe come on, I'll help you find the Golden Trio," Blaise smiled, kissing her head as she hugged him too. They grabbed each other's hands, fingers intertwining as they quickly walked down the hallway in search of her friends.-
By the time Ginny had finished her story, they all had tears glistening in their eyes.
"I didn't know Blaise helped you find Harry, Hermione and Ron," Mrs Weasley sobbed, trying to wipe her eyes free of tears.
"They saved you from Greyback? I only knew they saved you but I didn't think they did all that," Hermione ignored the tears spilling down her cheeks. Those two boys were so selfless, such a change from their younger selves.
"They could have left me there, could have let him kill me without hesitation, but they didn't. Draco went to save Pansy; he heard her scream and Blaise helped me find you Hermione. I'm forever grateful to them," Ginny gave a watery smile before coughing.
"Shouldn't they be back by now? I'm so worried, I wonder what's happened?" She asked, fear creeping into her voice. A loud POP in the distance alerted them all that the two boys had returned. Nothing, however could prepare them for what they witnessed next.
Blaise Zabini was holding an unconscious Pansy Parkinson with Draco Malfoy beside him. As soon as they touched ground, Malfoy snapped into action. He took off his top jacket and balled it up before setting it on the ground. Blaise gently lowered Pansy down and set her head on it. Both boys knelt beside her and Malfoy rolled his sleeves up.
"BLAISE I NEED YOUR HELP!" He spoke loudly at his friend, who was currently sitting in shock, just staring at the girl who lay on the ground, not breathing, between them. He watched horrified as Draco began chest compressions, trying to resuscitate the girl.
"COME ON PANSY! BREATHE! BLAISE, HELP ME, I DON'T THINK I CAN BRING HER BACK ON MY OWN!" The blond yelled before re-starting the compressions where her heart was. Blaise pointed his wand at Pansy.
"Rennervate," He spoke eerily calm.
"BLAISE IT WON'T WORK, HE HIT HER WITH SOMETHING TO STOP HER HEART, I DONT KNOW WHAT. IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO HELP THEN MOVE!" Draco roared at his friend, all calm and patience completely gone. He shook his head angrily as the dark haired boy moved to where his girlfriend Ginny, Hermione, Narcissa and Molly sat horrified.
"What happened?" Molly asked him gently, tearing her eyes away from the young boy trying to save their best friend.
"Pansy's Manor was attacked by the Death Eaters; they killed her mother and got through the protection wards. We got there quickly, but not quick enough. Draco went crazy, stunned all but the last one dodged it, and it was him who hit her with some unknown spell that stops her heart. I grabbed her and he apparated us out of there," The young wizard spoke robotically, showing no emotion whatsoever. Ginny surprised them all when she smacked him hard on his right cheek.
"BLAISE ZABINI! That is your best friend almost your sister, lying over there, half-dead while your other best friend tries to save her. And what are you doing? Nothing, that's what! Now you snap out of this weird ass trance and you help poor Draco, he can't do it himself. Get over there Blaise or so help me God I will drag you by the ear and make you. GO!" Ginny yelled at her boyfriend while the others looked shocked. However, it seemed to do the trick as Blaise suddenly realised what was going on.
"You're right Red, I'm going, I'm going!" He spoke quickly, holding his hands up in surrender before running back over to Draco, who was still performing CPR. Suddenly Pansy coughed weakly.
"Pans, can you hear me? It's Draco," He leaned over to her.
"Yeah, Draco?" She asked quietly, reaching for his hand.
"I'm here, sh. Blaise and I are going to heal you, just one minute and you should be alright," He spoke softly, worried for her. Blaise moved his hands over her, muttering incantations while his friend checked her vitals. Draco had his hands on her abdomen and he shot her a weird look.
"Draco," Pansy whispered, pulling her best friend down to her. She muttered something to him that the others didn't catch and he suddenly went stiff.
"Not now Pansy!" He snapped.
"But-"
"No! I will later," He replied, calmer.
"Ancient Pureblood Promise?" She pleaded.
"Fine. Promissio, I Draco Abraxas Malfoy so purely promise Pansy Esme Parkinson that I will perform to my best abilities what she has asked me to, promissio signati. Happy?" He scowled at her and she smiled happily at him.
"Yes!"
"Anyway, the other thing. How long?" He asked but she didn't answer.
"HOW LONG PANSY? THIS IS SERIOUS!" She flinched at his loud tone.
"Three, nearly four," She answered, eyes downcast.
"Jesus Pansy," Draco sighed while Blaise looked on confused. He leaned over to explain to him and they began whispering before nodding.
Hermione, Ginny, Narcissa and Molly watched on as the two young boys crossed their arms over the other in an 'x' shape and held hands over Pansy. They began muttering incantations and soon, a soft silvery flow of magic erupted from their hands over her stomach. Finally, they left go of each other and sat back on their haunches, before helping Pansy sit up. She looked embarrassed to have an audience and instead, wrapped her arms around Draco, leaning into his chest. He rubbed her back gently and her body shook as she tried to calm down.
"Your room is all sorted, ok, be careful and do not exert yourself. And I'm not just saying that because, you know. I'll get Azra to help you up there. I will tell them soon, right? Is it alright if we tell them, you know?" Draco asked her, still hugging her. She nodded almost invisibly.
"Alright honey, sh. You're fine and so are they, yeah, two! Okay, Azra can you please take Pans up to her room and look after her? Thanks," He passed Pansy to the house elf and they disapparated with a CRACK! The young boy sighed before standing up alongside Blaise. The two were worn out looking and Draco's shirt was covered in blood, but they couldn't tell if it was his or not.
"Is she alright?" Molly questioned.
"She should recover well, I managed to resuscitate her and her heart seems fine. I don't know what the spell was they hit her with though. She wants us to let you all know before Weasley gets back that..."
"She's pregnant!" Blaise blurted out and Draco shot him a scowl.
"Twins, they're fine too," He added, smiling slightly.
"I'm going to be a grandmother aw!" Molly squealed while Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Mum it's the law, you were always going to be," The redhead snorted at her mother's behaviour.
"That means I will be sort of. If Mrs Parkinson is now dead, Pansy is your sister Draco. We are the pure-blooded family she is bonded to, should anything have happened to her parents. Both gone, she is now our responsibility," Narcissa sighed, saddened at the young girl's loss. She wanted to go and hug the girl, but she knew from experience that Slytherins do not like to be hugged, especially not in pity. She could only manage to hug Draco a few times, ever.
"I guess we better go and see her," Hermione said, getting up and walking over to Draco.
"You're an amazing healer Malfoy, are you sure you're alright?" She questioned, taking his hand.
"I'll be fine Granger, stop worrying!" He kissed her before disapparating upstairs. They all shortly followed, not wanting to face the stair climb.
Pansy was in her room sitting on the bed, watching .. a movie?
"You have a tv?" Hermione asked amazed.
"Call it rebellion Granger!" Blaise winked at her and she rolled her eyes.
"Hello, I'm sorry you had to see all that," Pansy looked down, embarrassed.
"Do not worry dear, we're just glad you're okay," Molly spoke to her, smiling.
"I'm fine thanks to Blaise and Draco-" She cut off, her eyes going wide.
"DRACO MALFOY YOU WILL TELL THEM NOW! YOU PROMISED ME YOU PRAT!" Pansy stood up off the bed and yelled at the blond who was leaning in the corner of the room. They turned to look at him and gasped loudly. Blood was more widespread across his shirt and running down from his nose. He was paler than Hermione had ever seen him in his life, he almost blended in with his hair. Pansy walked over to him, standing with her back to them and lifted up his jacket before shaking her head and putting it back.
"Why didn't you say it was Antiqua Purus Sanguis Pugione Dray?"
"I knew you'd worry, you're my sister now Pans, I needed to protect you ok? I had to make sure you were alright. Maybe it's better this way," He looked down, face blank. She slapped him hard across his face.
"Do not EVER say its better, how could you say that Dray. You know St Mungo's won't help, why weren't you your usual selfish self? Why didn't you look out for yourself first?-" Pansy broke off, tears streaming down her face.
"I'm sorry Pans, but you don't know what it's like and she was coming for you."
"What's going on?" Narcissa jumped in.
"What did you do DRACO?" Hermione sounded annoyed and he half smirked.
"Bellatrix, she was going for Pansy, so I stepped in front of her and .. she got me. I'm sorry Mum, Hermione. I know St Mungo's won't help, they refuse to heal anyone associated with Voldemort or the Death Eater's, I-" He broke off, eyes rolling in his head as he collapsed on the floor.
"TELL ME THIS ISN'T WHAT I THINK PANSY!" Blaise yelled and Pansy nodded sniffling.
Hermione knelt at Draco's side opposite Blaise. She lifted his jacket and saw a dagger in his side. Narcissa cried out in anguish and Molly hugged her, holding her back. Hermione made to touch it but Blaise moved her hand away.
"You can't Hermione, you can't take it out. It's Antiqua Purus Sanguis Pugione. An ancient pure blood dagger, a clever little Goblin made trick. This dagger isn't like others; you could pull it out of yourself - a muggle born - and be alright after a healing spell. It's different for purebloods. The Death Eater's knew this. This dagger is-" He swallowed loudly, eyes going glassy. Hermione started shaking, tears rolling down her face.
"This dagger is slowly killing him because he's a pureblood and St Mungo's won't help him. They won't associate with Death Eaters or anyone like that. I don't know what to do," He finished, tears running down his and all their faces.
"NO!" Narcissa screamed, running over to her son, attempting to pull the dagger out. She'd only just knelt down beside him before Blaise pulled her away.
"Cissa, you can't touch it either, it'll kill you as well," Blaise said softly, hugging her tightly.
"No, he's my only boy. My sister did this, he's just a boy. Take him to St Mungo's, get Dumbledore, you have to do something Blaise please. It's my boy," She cried. It was so heart breaking that the others could hardly watch.
"Dumbledore isn't a Healer Cissa. I'm taking him to St Mungo's. Hermione you're going to need to make them help him, please. Molly, Ginny, come with us too, look after Narcissa and Pansy stay here for Harry, Weasley and Mr Weasley, sorry hun, but you need to rest. Narcissa you need to get Lucius from Azkaban, Kingsley will allow it. Draco may not make it, you need to get him now," The Italian said quietly, wiping at his eyes as Narcissa disapparated to the Minister's Office. Blaise stood up quickly, putting his semi-conscious best friends arm around his neck before disapparating with a large CRACK! to St Mungo's. A few more sharp CRACK!'s and the others appeared beside him.
"We need some help; he's been stabbed with Antiqua Purus Sanguis Pugione. Please you have to help him!" Hermione said to the Healer's nearby, who took one look at her, then at him and nodded.
"Please Mr Zabini, lay him on the floor and step back, he is too far gone to move him anymore," The Head Healer said.
A sharp CRACK! alerted them to someone else arriving. A distraught Narcissa arrived with a tired and gaunt Lucius and the Minister Kingsley in tow.
"No, that's my boy, please save him," Lucius sank to his knees, begging the Healers who were surprised at his actions but agreed.
"Step back all of you. Smith, you're going to have to pull it out, three, two, one," The Head Healer commanded, observing as the other Healer pulled the dagger out with advanced magic, sliding it away from the pale boy lying in front of them.
They pulled out various needles, injecting them into him and quickly checked his vitals. It all went wrong and Hermione sank down beside Narcissa and Lucius in despair. The Healers began yelling in panicked tones.
"He's bleeding out!"
"He's taking a severe reaction to the dagger! This isn't good!"
"We're losing him!"
"Blood pressure's dropped!"
"So has his heart rate!"
"He's fitting!"
"Turn him onto his side!"
They rolled him onto his right side as his whole body shook with the fit and blood spurted from his mouth.
"He's coughing up blood, the dagger may have hit a vital organ or organs! We need to stabilise him before we can even assess the damage!"
"He's gone into VF! His heart's stopping, he's reacting badly!"
"Healer Smith, start resuscitation NOW! Or we're going to lose him!"
"No no no no no no no," Narcissa kept repeating herself, her shaky voice stumbling over itself as her mouth moved wordlessly. Lucius drew her to him tightly, holding back his own tears. His son was dying right in front of him and it was his own fault. If he'd never been involved in the Death Eaters, he wouldn't be in Azkaban and Draco wouldn't be being resuscitated by Healers in front of him.
He looked across at Hermione, she was his son's girlfriend by the Marriage Law. She was a wreck. It seemed they loved each other, that was good. But the situation was not. She was shaking and crying so much that she didn't utter a sound, just like Narcissa, she kept mouthing 'No' over and over again.
Blaise was hugging Ginny and Mrs Weasley tightly to him, both were also crying and holding their hands to their mouths. When Lucius pictured his release from Azkaban, it was far from this.
He watched the Healers as they repeatedly tried to restart his son's heart, blowing air into his mouth in the hope of re-inflating his lungs and getting him breathing.
"He's breathing, his heart's beating!"
"Bleeding is slowing!"
"Still not good, he's blood group AB negative, that's rare!"
"We need to stop the bleeding completely!"
"He's gone into VF again!"
"Restart resuscitations, remove the family!"
One of the Healers stood up, covered in blood.
"I'm afraid you can't stay much longer, you're going to have to follow me to where you'll have to wait, I'm sorry. I'll explain all that's happening."
They followed him down a narrow hallway into a largish room, which was brightly painted in an annoying way.
"Mr and Mrs Malfoy, Draco has indeed been stabbed by Antiqua Purus Sanguis Pugione. You of course know that this can be fatal for Purebloods. Even more so for your son, who seems to have taken a reaction to it. We're having trouble resuscitating him, his heart just won't restart and we can't get him breathing independently. When we do, it isn't for long. This reaction might have been because of his blood group - he is AB Negative which is extremely rare and he needs a transfusion. Is there anyone in your family of the same blood type? Perhaps either of you?" The Healer explained sadly.
"Neither of us are, the only other living relative I know of that would be that blood group would be my father and Draco's grandfather Abraxas Malfoy. We never saw eye to eye and I lost contact with him. However if someone were able to track him down, he would be able to help. He loved Draco, he would do anything for him," Lucius said shakily, holding Narcissa's petite frame against him.
"I believe that we can get the Auror's out to find Abraxas, Mr Malfoy. We can find him within the next ten minutes if I leave now," Kingsley spoke for the first time since his arrival.
"Please Minister, please, tell Abraxas we are losing our boy," Narcissa cried harder and Lucius led her from the room, it was too much.
Kingsley disapparated with a loud POP! to the Ministry. Hermione couldn't stop shaking and the Healer came over to check her over.
"Miss Granger, can you look at me?" The Healer asked gently, looking in her eyes and feeling her forehead.
"I believe she's gone into shock, I will get Mrs Malfoy as well and have the pair treated before bringing them back. Hopefully, the Minister will be back soon and we can save the boy," The Healer nodded at Ginny, Blaise and Mrs Weasley before leading Hermione from the room.
"Okay Mrs Malfoy can you follow me please? Miss Granger why don't you come and sit down in here," The Healer said, opening a doorway down the hall for her.
"Go on Hermione dear," Narcissa hugged her, wiping away her own tears. Hermione nodded numbly, trudging into the room behind the Healer.
"Take a seat Hermione, may I call you that?"
Another nod.
"I know this may be hard for you, but how do you feel?"
"Scared.. Also a little sick and dizzy," She answered quietly and the Healer smiled sympathetically.
"That's understandable, I'll just check you over okay? Why don't you lie back here?" He gestured to the bed and Hermione hopped up onto it, trying to shake the bad feeling in her gut.
"Hm that's strange, let me just check. Lift your top a minute Hermione," The Healer muttered. Worried, she lifted her top up a little and watched as his wand tip glowed green.
"Hm, and how does this feel if I apply pressure here?" He asked, pressing down lightly on her ribs causing her to flinch a little.
"That's what I thought, ok. Hermione just wait here, I'll be back soon, I'm going to get another Healer to check you over alright?"
"Okay?" The brunette answered shakily – what the hell was going on?!