Chapter Twenty

My Hero

Draco groaned rolling onto his stomach.

"Shit, what hit me?" he muttered into the floor, clutching his stomach.

"Good evening, Young Mister Malfoy."

Draco froze against the floor, recognizing that voice.

"Shit."

There was dry laughter and Draco pushed himself up on his elbows to see Voldemort and his parents. His parents both looked uncomfortable with this and he couldn't really blame them. They backed the wrong horse years ago, but he wasn't going to rub it in. Unless he got out of here.

"Well, I should feel honored, I supose," Draco drawled, getting to his feet. Hehad a pretty good idea what was going to happen here. He was going to die.

"You made a mistake, boy."

"Yeah, I do it a lot," Draco said. Yeah, he was going to die.

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Definitely going to die, Draco thought, gritting his teeth to the pain. He had resisted screaming so far, but he had a pretty good idea that wasn't going to last long.

"Fuck," Draco growled into the floor, pounding a fist into it.

"What a mess you've made for youself, boy."

"What's the probability of you dying?" Draco muttered, debating wether or not to get to his feet. On the one hand, he wanted to show he wasn't broken yet. On the other, he forsaw painful agonizing alternatives.

"Are you ready to tell me what I want to know?"

Draco rolled onto his back, folding his hands over his chest as he watched Voldemort.

"Why do you want to know about Ginny?" he asked. "You're not afraid of her, are you?"

Voldemort sneered at Draco. Draco couldn't resist a smile at that.

"Ah! Well, you should be afraid. She's quite the little fighter."

"Silence!" Voldemort hissed.

Draco chuckled. "Oh, I don't blame you. She's intimidating."

"Be quiet!" Voldemort snapped, aiming his wand at Draco.

"What are you going to do? Kill me?"

"What an excellent idea..." Voldemort snarled. Narcissa gasped and Lucius tightened his arms around his wife, his face pale. Draco pushed himself up, rising slowly to his feet, keeping eye contact with his adversary as he did so.

"Dad, take care of Mum for me," he said.

Voldemort paused. "Aren't you afraid to die?"

"Of course I am. But I'd be a pretty crappy boyfriend if I gave up my girlfriend."

"How honorable," Voldemort snarled, raising his arm again.

"Expelliarmus!" shouted six voices in perfect unison.

Draco turned his head to the new arrivals as Voldemort's wand flew into Ron Weasley's freckled hand. Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood and Harry Potter flanked Hermione Granger and Lysandra Snape. Leading the sextet was Ginny Weasley.

Ginny's dark red hair was free and her dark eyes were narrowed dangerously. "Get the fuck away from my boyfriend," she snarled.

(A/N: Was it worth it? :)

To ebonpinion: Glad you think so!