A/N: Yeah so this is another major change. In my story, I feel that Draco is more heroic, which I know he truly is. If I could change anything in the series, it would probably be this final battle scene. That's just what I wrote.
Chapter 15:
Several weeks had passed, which came to be several months, and soon enough, the final battle had come. Hermione, Ron, and Harry had spent countless days looking for the horcruxes and destroying them. Upon returning to Hogwarts, everything was distraught.
Students were pulled out of school to be taken home and teachers were constantly on the lookout for anything that might penetrate the barrier of Hogwarts. The classes were in shambles, and no students bothered showing up. Dumbledore's army has prepared for this moment and have patiently awaited its arrival.
As the events piled up in Hermione's mind, her memory of Draco had begun to fade. He would always be there in the back of her mind, but found that it wasn't healthy to dwell on the past.
Draco had begun to feel the same as well. He knew that Hermione was better off without him, and had stopped writing the letters. Besides, it was becoming increasingly difficult to have time to write, let alone sleep. With all the preparation for battle, he chose not to think about her too much.
Now it was time. To end it all. A day that would go down in wizard history as the day it all ended. It was clear that the opposing sides were equally matched. Draco watched as his former classmates fought to the death and even witnessed one of the Weasley twins being taken down.
It was painful to watch as his former friends and enemies die by the number, so he ran into the building. He walked into the main hall, and his heart stopped.
Hermione was running, running for her life with the Weasel at the sight of Nagini. They fell back and just as the snake was about to attack, Longbottom came with a sword and destroyed it. A wave of relief came over Draco at the sight of his love being rescued, even it was by Longbottom.
His relief was soon overcome by jealousy, as they embraced into a passionate kiss. His heart collapsed against his lungs and he felt as if the world had stopped spinning. He wanted to go over there and tear him apart, make him regret the day he would ever touch her.
He looked at him again, but then noticed her facial expression. She seemed kind of...happy. It was rare to see any form of happiness during these times, and he just loved the way she smiled. The curve of her lips, and the slight smirk she used ever since he came into her life.
Draco shook the feeling off and ran back into the fight, just as the Deatheaters approached the entrance.
That oaf, Hagrid, carrying a body in his arms. Wait, who is that? Draco wondered. As he got a closer look, he saw him, Potter.
A part of him told him he should be glad, after all that's why they always wanted. But another part of him was distraught. He really thought Potter could end this, for all of them. He watched as the events take place, until Draco was called upon to return to his family on the opposite side of the court yard.
It was then that Harry rolled out of Hagrid's arms and stood up, facing Voldemort.
"Harry, you live." Voldemort said shockingly.
Before Voldemort could mutter another word, Draco did the unthinkable. He ran across the yard and threw Potter his wand, and yelled "Potter!"
Harry and Voldemort were shocked at his actions, but did not take their eyes of each other.
Their wands once again connected. Sparks flew out as the flashes of red and green light began to overwhelm the crowd. Everyone watched the spectacle, all except Hermione, who couldn't seem to take her eyes off of the blonde standing 50 feet away from her. "Draco," was all she could mutter before Voldemort fell to the ground and shriveled up into dust.
Deatheaters attempted to apparate away, but were caught by the Ministry Aurors. Very few escaped, but Draco stepped forward, and had himself and his family arrested. Before being taken, he looked at Hermione and their eyes connected for a mere second. A look of love and longing was all she saw.
After apparating, Hermione stood there for what felt like hours. She hasn't seen him in months and had finally started to move on, so why did he have to come back and ruin everything? A mix of anger and love coursed through her veins, not wanting to feel anything except happiness.
It was the ultimate goal, to defeat Voldemort and everything would return to normal, right? For now, she didn't want to think about it, but what about Ron? She did not want to mess things up any more than it already has, but that kiss. She assumed it was just 'in the heat of the moment,' but was it really just that? To Ron it felt like she had finally returned to him, but to her, was she really ready to move on?