Draco
5.4
Draco woke up with a start. The window had a soft glow, but it was definitely too early to wake up. So why was he awake?
His answer came immediately. Granger had her back to him, but she was twitching uncontrollably. She started crying, begging for it to stop.
“Granger!” He reached out, shaking her shoulder. She jerked awake, looking around sharply, like whatever was chasing her in her dreams was hiding in the shadows.
“What was that,” he asked, concerned. War is horrible, but he’s never known her to have night terrors before.
“I’m not sure. I already can’t remember. Just feelings of hate and rage…” she shuddered. Rolling over, she snuggled into his chest. Draco wrapped his arms around her, squeezing. He wanted to banish away whatever was chasing her. This would have to do.
Before either could fall back asleep, there was a knock at the door. Draco was going to tell who ever it was to fuck off, but it opened before he could.
“Get up. We need you two.” Weasley shouted into the room without looking at either of them.
“Harry’s awake.”
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The best they could understand was that He Who Sucks So Hard had made another horcrux. What it was or where it was- they had no clue. It’s not like they had a chance to ask. Voldemort and all the death eaters disapparated as one.
Potter had collapsed when they made it to the safe house. The strain from dueling and making it to the new safe house in Bath had been too much for his magical core.
They had taken stock of the dead. Tonks, Lupin, one of the Weasley twins, Brown, Dobby and Snape were all outside with preservation charms. Funerals needed to be had, but everyone agreed Potter should get to come.
Nott had been sitting at his bedside, waiting on him to wake up. Draco was starting to suspect their relationship was moving past friends, but he had enough to worry about.
They gathered in the formal dining, everyone who was left. McGonagall had stayed behind at hogwart with a few other professors to defend any students that were left behind. Some of the Weasley family remainders, Shacklebolt, Susan Bones, Longbottom, Lovegood, the Patil twins, Thomas, and Finnegan were all piled into one room.
In fairness, it was a big room. The Bath safe house belonged to the Malfoy family. Or, at least, Draco.
He had bought it and a few other locations during his double agent tenure. Good thing, too, since everything had gone to shit.
Nott helped Potter to the head of the table. He had a limp, and was white as a sheet. The Patil twins had taken up as healers, and said he would be fine as long as he didn’t use magic for a few days. A difficult feat in the middle of war.
Also being the Master of Death surely added to the desire to use magic, but what did Draco know?
“If he’s made a new horcrux, we’ll need to find it before another battle. I’m properly knackered, so does anyone have any ideas where it could be?” Potter's voice was gravelly. Nott was watching him with concern.
One of the Weasley kids chimed in. “In the ministry, the Minister went on several ‘secret’ excursions with He Who Must Not be Named. I could provide you with a list?”
It was the spindly Weasley. With glasses. He looked like a coward. The most weasel of the Weasley bunch.
“Sure Percy. That would be great. Anyone else?” Potter looked around.
Draco tuned out. His attention went to Granger at his side. She was still pale, he assumed she was still exhausted from fighting and then dealing with nightmares. He put a hand on her leg. She smiled.
“Malfoy, could there be anything at the manor? I know he spent a lot of time there.” Longbottem chimed in, bringing his attention back to the crowd.
“Honestly, maybe. I never personally saw anything, but I would never deny it a possibility. The bigger issue would be getting in there. If he went back there, I imagine it would be extremely warded.” Draco sneered at the idea of the bald asshole living in his home still.
“We can cross that bridge when we get there. With Percy’s list we can look at a few places before we go to the Manor. Let's disperse for now. Mrs Weasley, can you stay? I want to start planning funerals.”
Everyone started getting up, but Granger remained seated. “You go ahead, I want to help plan the funerals.” She looked so tired, but he knew there was no way of talking her out of it.
“Ok love. I’ll go to the potions lab and check out our stores. I’ll meet you later for lunch.” He kissed her hair, inhaling deeply.
Even with the world falling apart, being with her just made sense.