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A series of explosions erupted out in the corridor, followed by much yelling and hurried incantations.
"Now's our chance, let's go!" Draco urged, pulling Hermione to her feet.
She looked torn, "but, neither of us have wands… we'll get killed out there! Are you deaf?"
"No we won't get killed! What are you talking about? You don't even need a bloody wand!"
"Oh, alright!" She agreed, now pulling him towards the door.
"It takes awhile sometimes, I haven't quite got the hang of it…"
She pressed her trembling hand on the solid door and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Open."
The force that flowed through her hand seemed stronger this time, as if it was not only her willpower alone. As they slipped through the door, her eyes rested upon their intertwined hands.
Is it possible to use someone else's strength as well as your own?
She had no further time to think about this possibility. She immediately noticed that the corridor was torn up now, but there were no bodies, alive or dead.
She dropped Draco's hand as they hurried along the hallway, following the sounds of battle. They needed to see whom it was that the Death Eaters were fighting.
Up ahead, the corridor turned sharply, and it was clear from the loud noise and flashing light that that's where the battle was currently raging.
She stopped dead in her tracks, causing Draco to run into her.
"What?" He whispered in her ear.
"Shhh!" She elbowed him in the stomach for emphasis.
"Oomph! What the hell was that for?"
She glared at him, "I'm TRYING to hear what they're saying!"
He took the cue and shut up, also listening.
"AVADA KEDAVERA!
"NEVILLE! Are you alright?"
"I'm fine… GIVE ME BACK MY WAND, YOU BLOODY IDIOT!"
"CRUCIO!"
-BANG!-
A figure dragged another into Hermione and Draco's view and shoved him against the wall, obviously not seeing either of them.
"What did you do with Hermione and Draco? You will tell me or die! Choose, you filthy bastard!"
The figure doing the questioning looked oddly familiar…
"HARRY!"
The person who was now prodding the slumped form on the ground looked up.
"HERMIONE!"
He quickly stunned the man at his feet and rushed over to them, "Draco! Are you alright? Gods, you're a mess…"
"Gee, thanks," Hermione said dryly.
He looked apologetically at her. "I've gotta get you two out of here…" he paused, trying to think of how they could escape undetected.
"No! Just give me a wand, mate, and I'll help," Draco looked determined, "but you'll have to hide her."
Hermione glared up at him furiously, "EXCUSE ME? Draco Delphinus Malfoy, you should know better than anyone that I'm not going to be brushed aside like some delicate doll and not fight!" she turned her back on him, directing her attention to Harry.
"I don't need a wand," she snapped, and stormed down the hall and around the corner before either one of them could stop her.
"What? She's going to get herself killed!" Harry exclaimed, starting after her.
"No – wait, she's right… she'll be okay, if she can work without a wand, I guess that that also means that she can well… kind of throw spells or something…."
"You okay, mate?"
Draco rolled his eyes, "yes! I'll tell you later, okay? C'mon, lets go!"
"Fine… Delphinus"
Draco glowered at him, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention that to anyone…" he said menacingly, cracking his knuckles for effect.
Harry grinned, unfazed, and pointing his wand at the rigid body of the man in the corner, he muttered, "Accio Wand!"
A wand flew out of the man's robes and in to Harry's outstretched hand. He tossed it to Draco, who caught it deftly.
"Whatever." Harry replied, cracking an evil smile.
They hurried around the corner, and helped their exhausted comrades defeat the rest of their enemies. Near the end, Dumbledore appeared and helped to heal the injured Order members.
As the limp forms of the Death Eaters were carried out to be taken to Azkaban, Draco had time to ponder why Voldemort had not been present during the battle. He then realized that he had not seen Harry for a good 10 minutes.