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Chapter 17

"WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING WITH A MUDBLOOD HUGGING YOU?!" screeched Bellatrix Lestrange. Draco scowled at her.

"What does it look like?" he said, tears stained and still falling down his cheeks. "And don't call her a Mudblood. She's better at class than anyone else." Bellatrix held her breath.

"Traitor," she breathed. "I should kill you right here and now, before I take Potter to the Dark Lord. His commands to keep you alive are the only reasons why you aren't dead already." She smirked. "But he never said to keep you unharmed. Before, he said one curse. He said whatever curses of whatever quantity this time."

"No!" Hermione cried, stepping in front of Draco protectively.

"Hermione, it's okay. Don't worry." He murmured, cutting in front of her and looking up at Bellatrix expectantly. "Give me your best shot, Bella." He snarled.

"With pleasure." She snarled back, smiling evilly at him. "Crucio!" she yelled in a high-pitched tone. Draco screamed, feeling the pain find its way to every pore in his body. He collapsed in a heap when his aunt finished.

"Draco?" whispered Hermione as he opened his eyes. "How are you feeling?" she stroked a piece of hair that had made its way over his eyes.

"Ow," He replied tiredly. "It hurts."

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"Feel the pain, Bella! I will kill you!" Draco yelled, lying next to the unconscious girl beside him. "Avada Kedavra!"

Bellatrix Lestrange lay dead on the floor on the Riddle Mansion.

"Hermione?" he asked. He shook her. "Hermione? HERMIONE?!" Hermione groaned, and struggled to his arms. "How are you feeling?" she smiled weakly at him, remembering her exact words from the week before.

"Ow," she whispered. "It hurts, a little bit."

"Of course it does."

"We-we have to get to the funeral, Draco."

"But I wasn't invited."

"Who cares?" Hermione sighed, causing Draco to smile.

"Not me, the-the… everyone else."

"No," she shook her head slowly. "I told everyone you were coming."

The two made their way from the Riddle Mansion to Ron's funeral, the eerie feeling overcoming them the whole time. As soon as it was over, the two left for Hogwarts.

EPILOGUE (19 years later-you know this one)

"Scorpius! Come back here right now, you have forgotten your money for the trolley!" Hermione said hurriedly. "The train will leave in a few minutes!"

"Mum…" Scorpius muttered. "Seriously. Dad?" Scorpius looked at his father, his brown eyes full of hope. Draco ruffled his blond hair, saying that his mother was right. "Dad," he said through gritted teeth, trying to flatten his hair again.

"The train's about to leave! Get on, Scorpius!" Hermione said, helping her eleven year old child onto the Hogwarts Express.

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