“Hey,” Blaise greeted as he sat down next to Draco in Defense the next day, “Where’s Hermione?”
“I’ll tell you later,” and that’s all he said until dinner that night, “She’s with Potter and Weasley.”
Blaise’s eyes were suddenly wide, but Draco shook his head, and the subject was dropped. For the next month, even, Draco barely spoke of Hermione. None of the professors seemed fazed by it, though they were definitely tenser and scared
. It was in the beginning of May when things suddenly went from bad to worse in only a matter of one day.
Draco, Blaise, and Theodore were working on a potion together, the girls in front of them, when McGonagall hurried into the room. She spoke quickly with Snape, who nodded, looking once at their tables.
“Malfoy, Zabini, Nott, and Johnson,” Snape said suddenly, “Leave.”
Draco didn’t even think twice; he gathered his things and led the way. McGonagall brought up the rear.
“Wands out,” she hissed as she closed the door behind them, “Walk quickly.”
They raced through the castle, and they only stopped when McGonagall opened a door and ushered them inside. A tall redhead with a ponytail stood with his back to them, his eyes on the window. Ginny Weasley was sitting on one of the desks, whispering to her twin brothers.
“Bill, is everything still clear?” McGonagall asked, snapping the door shut.
The man at the window, whom Draco assumed was an older Weasley, nodded, not looking at them.
“Okay. We’re moving the five of you to the Weasley house. We got this letter from Miss Granger last night.”
She handed it to Draco, who read it quickly before passing it on.
“It isn’t safe here at Hogwarts any longer, especially
for you, Draco. You will not argue with me
,” she added as Blaise opened his mouth, “Ginny will escort Hilary and Emily, the twins will take Blaise and Theodore, and I’ll be going with Draco. You are to pack everything
. We will be leaving in an hour.”
And so the next hour passed in a blur. When they arrived at the house, Mrs. Weasley hurried them inside.
“Charlie,” McGonagall acknowledged as she entered, “Where is Arthur, molly?”
“He’ll be home momentarily,” she murmured, distracted with hugging her boys.
Draco watched her cry as they all disappeared back to Hogwarts, save for Ginny, and it was a few hours before anyone dared breach the subject. But, finally, at ten o’clock that night, Ginny snuck into the boys’ room with the girls behind her.
“Okay, before I explain, are you five planning to go back to Hogwarts to fight?”
When everyone nodded, she continued, “Good. I already have a way for us to escape. My brothers are busy escorting all of the first, second, third, and fourth years back to their homes. Any of those fifteen and above are being asked if they’d rather stay or leave. My plan, though, is simple. The twins will be staying at the castle, but Fred is going to apparate back if
they’re attacked, which will be our signal to leave. Until then, though, we’re to act disgruntled by the fact that we’re here. Understood?”
And that was that.
“Hermione?” Draco asked, staring at the beautiful girl lying next to him, facing him.
“How did you sleep?” she murmured, leaning forward to kiss him.
“What happened? What day is it?”
“May third, sweetie.”
Draco blinked, and he felt like someone had bashed him over the head.
Draco awoke abruptly, and Blaise shot up just as he was climbing out of bed.
“Wake up the girls,” Draco ordered before going to Theodore and shaking him, “Let’s go,” he said to his bleary-eyed friend.
They were all dressed to go, in jeans, t-shirts, sweatshirts. The three boys slipped on their shoes and were just leaving the room when Ginny appeared.
“MUM! WHERE ARE YOU?” Fred screamed from downstairs
“Check her room. I’ll check outside,” George grumbled before there was a sudden commotion from upstairs.
“What’s going on?” Mrs. Weasley called, and the twins instantly started shouting at the same time.
“Apparate to Hogwarts! He’s there!”
And they were gone. Without a second thought, Draco grabbed Ginny’s wrist and apparated, taking her with him. When they landed, the castle was on fire and the air was filled with screams. Black cloaks and silver masks attacked the school, though some were clearly apparent.
“Hold!” Ginny yelled, pulling Draco back to her, “Alright, the three boys, come here.”
Ginny quickly cast charms at each of them, making them unrecognizable.
“If we don’t make it…” she trailed off, but Draco just pulled her into a hug.
“Thank you for everything,” he muttered and was gone.
The rest of them hugged quickly before sprinting toward the castle. It was absolute mayhem. Draco instantly jumped in, blasting away everyone that he could, stunning left and right, and hexing constantly. He had to find her. He nearly threw an Unforgivable Curse at Luna Lovegood when she grabbed his arm, but quickly bit back the spell, allowing her to tug him away.
“She’s not here,” she hissed, stunning someone behind Draco.
He turned to help her as she continued to talk, “She was here a few minutes ago, but then she disapparated again. I’m not sure to where, but she promised she’d be back.”
And that was the end of their conversation. Draco slowly made his way inside the castle, grinning as he saw Dumbledore fighting off a horde of Death Eaters successfully. He ducked as a hex was thrown his way, and, in seconds, he was battling the Carrow twins. When he finally managed to stun Alecto, Amycus went running after her brother, and a sudden scream caught his attention. He turned, and saw Mrs. Weasley rise from the floor, rage making her move.
Fred lay behind her.
“Dumbledore’s dead,” someone said from behind him, “Have you seen Harry?”
He spun at the voice, and Hermione gasped.
“No!” she shrieked, pushing him away from the fight into a dark corner, “What are you doing here?”
“You recognize me?” he muttered.
“Your eyes. Draco,” she sighed, sinking against him, “You’re okay.”
“I love you, Hermione.”
“And I love you. I love you so much.”
They stayed like that for only a few moments before Hermione pushed away.
“You said Dumbledore was dead? But I just saw him—”
She cut him off with her finger, and he followed her point. The great Headmaster had fallen.
“He did it on purpose. He told us he was going to. He said he should have been killed last year, but then you kind of turned things around, and, well, you didn’t go after him anymore.”
“I know, it’s all very convoluted. But, you know how you were given the mission to kill him? And then you didn’t? Well. So he wasn’t killed. He let them. He had to, he said. We’ll never really know why, but I think it has to do with Harry. Speaking of…”
“I haven’t,” he answered her, “Wasn’t he with you?”
“Was being the operative word. We got separated, and so Ron and I went to inform the Order members. C’mon, we’re wasting time.”
And so the battle waged on.
“But,” he mumbled, bringing himself back to the present, “How?”
Hermione smiled, sighing, “Harry, Ron, and I were searching for Horcruxes. A Horcrux is a piece of dangerously dark magic. It splits the soul and puts it in an item of the wizard or witch’s choosing. Voldemort split his soul into seven pieces, one of them being Harry. And so, Harry, technically, was killed last night, and, from the way he explained it, brought back to life. He acted as though he was still dead because, well, when he awoke, he was being carried by Hagrid, but then Hagrid set him down, Neville killed the last Horcrux left, which was the snake, and then Harry dueled Voldemort and won. You were hit with a rather vicious curse by the Carrow twins before Tonks finally turned her hand on them.”
“Tonks,” he said slowly, and the line of people was coming back to him.
“Tonks is dead,” she confirmed, “As is Professor Lupin, Fred Weasley, Crabbe, Colin Creevey, Professor Snape, Bellatrix Lestrange, and the Carrow twins, thanks to Tonks. There are a handful of other Death Eaters, as well, though I can’t remember all of them. I’m pretty sure Greyback was killed, though.”
Draco just nodded.
“Fred died. I saw that,” he said after a few minutes.
“Yea…” Hermione trailed off, “Don’t talk about it. George kind of, well, he isn’t very right, obviously, but it’s a little tragic to watch him.
“And Blaise and Theo?”
“Alive, as are Hilary and Emily.”
“Where are we?” he finally asked.
“My house, actually. You’re in my room.”
He sat up slowly, looking around.
“Where is everyone else?”
“Harry is at the Weasley’s house, as are the rest of them, Blaise went with Theo to his house, and Emily and Hilary went to theirs. We’re all meeting at the Weasley’s later, though.”
“So we won,” he confirmed, and Hermione just nodded.
“We won. Now, let’s go back to sleep. It’s, like, seven in the morning. We don’t have to leave until two.”
Draco immediately obeyed, melting back into her
Four months later.
“I like it,” Hermione said, nodding, “I really do.”
“Well, I’m glad, considering we live here now,” Draco laughed before stepping inside.
They’d gone shopping all throughout the month of August for a nice flat in London after spending the entire summer deciding whether or not to live together. In the end, they couldn’t imagine being apart.
“No, but I really
like it,” she emphasized, following him, “It’s so quaint.”
“Uh huh,” he muttered, grinning.
“Like you didn’t know I was coming,” Harry chuckled, stepping in with two trunks.
Draco had another two and, when Blaise apparated, he was holding two suitcases. Theodore followed with another two suitcases before Ron, Ginny, Emily, and Hilary appeared with boxes; Hermione was floating three boxes in front of her.
The flat was simple. It opened to a large living area which connected to a kitchen in the back. To the left was a beautiful bedroom attached to a shower. Another bedroom was next to the first, and there were large windows in each room.
“Thanks, guys,” Hermione said with a smile as they left everything in the living room.
“Hey, no problem, as long as you still help Ginny and I,” Harry chided, nudging her.
Hermione just rolled her eyes, but smiled at the wide beam that had instantly spread across Ginny’s face when he mentioned this. Not only had Harry proposed three days after the battle (it was the first thing he did when he woke up), he’d then surprised her with the most beautiful house
. When he first brought them to it, they were all shocked into silence, and Ginny immediately shook her head and opened her mouth to yell at him, but then he surprised her even further.
“It was my father’s and his before that. It’s been in the Potter’s name for a long time. It was in their will. We’ll have to clean it up and fix it up and all that, but it’s ours. So don’t yell at me, because I didn’t spend a cent.”
To which Ginny just cried and laughed and hugged him.
And so, for the next few days, Hermione and Draco moved themselves in, and then everyone rallied together and they spent the next few months at Harry and Ginny’s new house, making it look brand new. Neighbors strolled in here and there, and it was a time of stories of Harold and Sara Potter, of James and Lily Potter, of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, and of all the great and wonderful times the house had seen. And, finally, for once, we were all at peace.
So. I probably should have warned you last chapter, but I was so shocked about everything that happened and so excited to post it that what I’m about to tell you just slipped my mind, but… the next chapter is the last, :( I know. I’m so sad. I can’t believe it. This only was supposed to be a novella, though it does seem bittersweet to be saying goodbye. The next chapter will be an epilogue of sorts, and it will almost definitely be shorter than the rest. Also, make sure to pay attention to the next AN cos I think you’ll all be interested in what will be there. And so, I leave you with the second-to-last chapter. I hope you enjoyed, :)