Chapter 11
~Y/n~
So many people have died. So...many. Lupin, Tonks, Snape. I was most upset over Fred's death... he– was my friend. One of my best friends... As I frantically told people to move in the right direction, being sort of a traffic officer, I couldn't help but feel Draco's presence. Since the moment with him at the Manor, I have sworn to myself that I will find a way out of this. For all of us. I started to leave where I was to look for him.
I looked everywhere, the halls, the underground. I tried to look at every floor but my legs got tired from all the walking. Suddenly, I saw a glimpse of his unmistakable hair and headed towards it. I ran towards it. I turned the corner to see him.
"Draco," I whispered, the echo made him able to hear me. He turned around and his eyes brightened at the sight of me. The feelings I was feeling right now were unexplainable. I ran to him and wrapped my arms around him, almost knocking him down with how much force I bumped into him with. I buried my face in his chest and tried not to cry as he heard it go through my hair soothingly.
"You're alright, thank god you're alright," I said, I was so happy.
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, "I wouldn't leave you, not without telling you at least." He joked and I smiled. I looked up at him and he cupped my face, scanning it for injuries.
"You're hurt," He said, looking at my forehead, which had been bleeding.
I laughed, "That's what happens when you go to war with the Dark Lord." He smiled weakly at me and took my hand to where everyone was gathering. Harry had gone to meet Voldemort in the forest... and they were returning. We stood in the back, hand in hand, as we watched Voldemort and his followers approach the school.
Harry... was being held by Hagrid. It was all a blur. Ginny was scared and the Dark Lord threatened her... they had hit it off not too long ago. And when I heard my best friend scream like that I wanted to throw up. I saw Harry's limp body in Hagrid's arms and felt sick.
"No..." I whispered. Draco heard this and pulled me close to him, his hand on the back of my head keeping my face pressed to his chest. I covered my mouth to keep myself from crying loudly.
"Now is the time to declare yourself!" Voldemort said with pride, I flinched at his voice, "Come forward and join us."
I moved away from Draco's chest to see if anyone would switch over. Draco wiped my tears with his thumbs and held my hand tightly.
"Draco." Lucius, his father hissed, "Draco come here." He called. I squeezed his hand tighter and looked at him. He looked so scared, I wanted to pull him into a hug at that moment but knew I couldn't.
"Draco..." His mother said sweetly, yet sadly. He only moved his other hand to hold my wrist, as if he was fighting something. Voldemort noticed this.
"Ah...so Draco has fallen in love. With a Mudblood." Voldemort hissed. My head snapped in the direction of him, I looked at his Parents who looked shocked, yet disappointed, "That's no matter... we can easily fix this."
The Death Eaters laughed, and Draco stepped in front of me, there were only a few people in front of us. Draco was about to step forward, to give himself up. I tried to pull him back because I knew something was off, and I was right.
"Nagini, kill," Voldemort said, and I pulled Draco back towards me, hoping that the snake wouldn't attack any of us, but suddenly Neville pulled out the sword of Gryffindor from the sorting hat, sliced its head off, and Harry dropped onto the floor. He was... alive.
We watched as the snake became dust and Harry grabbed what looked like Draco's wand, and shot a spell at Voldemort. Everyone rushed inside the castle, and the Death Eaters started retreating, Draco's parents left without him, but he didn't seem to care. He pulled me inside the castle and we stayed there watching the battle between Harry and Voldemort.
Eventually, Voldemort fell. Turned into dust.
And that was the end. The death eaters fled, and everyone was safe again.
"They did it." I breathed.
Draco put a protective arm around me, "They did..."
I didn't know what to feel, or how to react. I wanted to cry, but there were too many people for that. My hands trembled, and I sank to the ground. Draco knelt beside me asking me what was wrong, but I just shook my head and watched the aftermath. Everyone came together, Madame Pomfrey and other students who weren't hurt as badly helped heal the injured. I watched as everyone hugged and rejoiced over our victory. I suddenly got up and walked over to Hermione, Ron, and Harry.
The tears came now, "Mione..." I said, which made her turn around and wrap her arms around me instantly, "I'm so sorry, I should have listened to you all."
Ron gave me a puzzled look, "About what?"
I gestured to Draco who was walking up to where we were and they all raised a brow at me, giving me a look. They all had told me he was bad news, and I didn't listen. But as of right now, they only smiled.
"Malfoy isn't as bad as we thought, and it's not your fault at all Y/n," Hermione said, holding my hands. Draco put an arm around my shoulder, and I sighed.
"I'm sorry," Draco said to all of them, letting my shoulder go and clasping his hands together, "for everything."
"...actually," Harry started, "If you had ratted us out back at the manor, we wouldn't have gotten this far. So..."
I smiled. It was nice to see them all get along now. I know I shouldn't be celebrating over that, and instead celebrating over our victory, but... It was rather lovely for this to bring everyone together. I looked up at Draco and admired him a bit.
We can rest now...
Hopefully.