(A/N : Sorry, I had a major writer's block, but I'll try to finish this story up with a few more chapters in the next few weeks.)
Chapter 11 - The Fight Begins
Weeks passed as the adults of Hogwarts, as well as some of the 7th years who'd fought in the war a few years before when they were 5th years and Marissa, waited for the strike they knew would come for Hermione and Draco from the two angry ex-Death Eaters. It wasn't till mid-May when the strike came, and it wasn't anything like they expected.
Hermione remembered in her mind's eye, the Battle of Hogwarts and the massive crowd of Death Eaters all crowded behind Voldemort. The crowd on the hill near the Quidditch Pitch reminded her of it, except less than a forth of the size of the army ol' Voldy had brought, and headed by someone who made her blood run cold and made her squeeze her husband's hand for support, Lucius Malfoy.
That morning they had been woken by Harry, who told them that Aberforth had sent him a protronus, warning him of the former Death Eaters approach, but not even the man's warning that the force was larger than anyone expected nothing had prepared them for this size of a force.
In the background, over the sound of the blood pounding her ears she heard McGonnagal's shout for someone to make sure to hide away the younger students, preferably in the Ravenclaw Common Room and saw out of the corner of her eye as a young Ravenclaw went off to follow the order. She tightened her grip on her wand, this was it, she realized, she and her husband could die here, die before they barely had a chance to love each other, not even a year of marriage has passed yet, they hadn't had a chance to show the full extent of their love for each other yet.
Draco seemed to see this to and gave her hand one last squeeze with a murmured, "I love you.", before turning to face his former 'co-workers', his grey eyes darkening with anger.
She muttered the sentiment back before turning to face the Death Eaters as well, holding her head high as she stood on the front line of the attackers, Draco on one side of her and Harry on the other. She decided to give the Death Eaters on last chance, "Stand down Parkinson, Malfoy, and Death Eaters before we send you back to Azkaban and have them bring the Dementors back for just long enough to give you the Kiss!"
She heard a rumbling laugh from the Death Eaters, it seemed many of them were laughing at her, "Shut your mouth Mudblood, you polluted one of our own!", she heard one call out.
Draco's eyes turned near black with rage, "Who said that?", he shouted, glaring over the Death Eaters ranks for the man, "I swear if I find you I'll kill you!"
Hermione put a calming hand on his shoulder, "Concentrate on your father, love. The name doesn't bother me anymore.", she muttered to him before shouting back, "I'm a mudblood? So what, I'm muggle-born and proud. I'm the brightest witch of my age, who else can claim that? I've also married to Draco, the man who was wanted by so many. I didn't have to do anything, but be myself and kind to him. He saw that my blood wasn't anything important, why can't you people?", she asked, challenging them all with a look.
Pansy came forward, "Lies! You poisoned him with love potions, admit it!"
Hermione snorted, "Honestly woman? You're pathetic, Ronald Weasely, who used to be my one of my best friends before he betrayed me, nearly died when he accidentally had a love potion meant for Harry because he washed down the stuff Slughorn gave him with poisoned wine. I would never use the stuff, also Voldemort came into existence because of the stuff."
She smirked as Pansy visibly fumed and stepped back into the ranks.
"Enough talk!", the elder Malfoy shouted, pointing his wand and his son and shouting, "Avada Kedavra!", Draco dodged the spell as all hell broke loose.