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"Draco! Someone help!" I see people coming, and I take his hand urgently. With my other hand I rip off the bottom of my jacket and press it against his wound. I search the ground quickly for Hermione's bag, using "Accio" to get the healing potion she keeps. I pour it on, probably more than I should, but it works, a little. A thin layer of skin forms over the wound, and the bleeding slows.
His eyes flutter open, and he winces in pain. Draco squeezes my hand tightly, curling up to try and lessen the pain.
"It's okay, Draco, it'll be okay." Draco nods, but is clearly in too much pain to respond. I see a flash of red hair, and a person who must be Bill Weasley is by Draco's side as well. I don't let go, I just hold on tighter.
"Go inside Harry, there's nothing more you can do." I shake my head, but back away while Bill works. "He'll be okay, Harry, don't worry." He mutters some spells, and I don't breath until I hear Draco sigh in relief a few minutes later.
"I'm going to help Ron get Hermione in, are you alright out here?" I nod, going back to Draco's side.
"You idiot." I mutter at Draco, who grins lightly. "You didn't have to go with Dobby, you didn't have to get hurt."
"I couldn't risk it, I couldn't risk losing you." He looks awful, hair damp with sweat, eyes red, skin too pale. But he's alive, and he could never be anything but beautiful.
"Thank you." I smile, lying down in the sand next to him, rolling to face him. "You saved Dobby, you know."
"That bloody elf, I'm still mad at you for freeing him." I laugh, and take his hand again, squeezing tightly.
"You really scared me."
"Well you really scared me when you left me behind at the wedding." Draco's eyes grow bitter. "I know you did it for me, but I'm still angry."
"I'm sorry you're angry."
"But you're not sorry you did it, are you?"
"I'd do it again. But you would too, wouldn't you?" Draco scowls, and pulls himself closer to me.
"I missed you. So much." He whispers to me, and kisses me gently. "Don't leave, please."
"I have to." I murmur, stroking his hair gently.
"Then please, take me with you this time. I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself." I smile and I nod, because I know he can, and maybe for once I deserve to be a little bit selfish.
"Okay."
"Okay?" He asks, like he's not sure he can believe me. I nod, and sit up, gently pulling him up as well. I kiss him one last time, smiling because I realize I haven't kissed my boyfriend in months, and start to guide him towards the little house.
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