Need

Need by WickedDiSaster

Chapter 22: The End by WickedDiSaster

Draco nuzzled her neck in the darkness of their room. She’d been sleeping soundly when he woke her up, deepening the bed with the weight of his body on top of hers. His scent invaded her senses. She couldn’t quite identify his mood so far. He crushed her against his chest in a loving desperate manner. “It’s settled; they’ve set the date. They plan attacking Potter’s quarters in two weeks. I just informed The Order.”

“Draco!” Hermione gasped.

“I’m in charge of taking you there; he expects your instincts to take care of the rest. I’m sorry, Kitten.”

She brought his face to hers looking at him confused, “Why are you sorry? Don’t be silly, Draco, this is what we’ve been waiting for; we’ll be all together soon.”

He leaned over her frontal lobe, a tight expression on is features. “I love you.”

“And I love you, Draco, never forget that.”

He breathed a smirk, “Never.”

“I’m ready, Draco, even Lucius said so when he saw me training in the dungeons.”

The huff that escaped his lips was the ghost of a sardonic chuckle. I don’t want you to be ready, Hermione; you shouldn’t have to be ready for this.”

“I was going to be a part of this war whether you wanted it or not, Draco. I was always part of it. Don’t beat yourself up for nothing.”

“I made it all about me though, didn’t I? It’s not Potter’s fault anymore.”

“It never was Harry, Draco, it’s always been me; it’s who I am, and now I’m ready for it. I’ll be fine, love, I promise. I’ll live.”

“That you will; no matter what, Gryffindor, you’ll live,” he replied fiercely.

“And so will you, Draco.”

*

The decaying smell of death, blood, and fire polluted the air. The smoke forming a thick curtain over their surroundings burned her eyes so she kept them close. She heard every step and every whispered curse; heard them cross the air before they hit their victims; and felt the subtle tremors of earth as the battle unfolded. She felt every creature moving on the field, her senses revealing their location with astounding accuracy. The scents and heartbeats of those she cared about stirred the stranded rocks and trunks that blocked curses out of their way. Draco didn’t let her do him though; he was quick with his wand, and the fact the curses sent his way were meant to keep his cover from Voldemort instead of hurting him, kept her mind at ease. It wasn’t lost on her how most of the curses he blocked were those stranded in her direction.

The moment Voldemort cleared the smoke to shock Potter with her presence, she took a leap towards her friend with a sneer on her lips and a growl deep in her throat. The force of her boost made her fly across the arena with astounding velocity. She became the embodiment of a loose creature for the seconds in which she fooled Death Eaters and Order members alike, fooled Harry and Voldemort himself for a moment. A moment Dumbeldore and part of the Order used to close in on him. The instant in which she had Harry crushed to the floor, she told him to cover up, and several balls of fire and curses encountered the Death Eaters on the field.

Once their cover was up, Draco and Lucius put up their shields against every surviving Death Eater that had started to viciously attack them. They blocked curses left and right, following Hermione’s path as she destroyed the Death Eater’s defences. The battle started developing in favour of the light since the order focussed all their attacks on Voldemort.

Hermione blinded the dark side, enveloping them on the thick smoke that her balls of fire created; their furious heartbeats clearly making out each of them in the battlefield. She could make out every move their enemies made and sent out curses, knives, and explosives around them. They all caught them by surprise.

She reflected the random curses they’d started to cast, interrupting all those that could reach their objective. She knew the battle would soon come to an end, and everything was going fine until she heard Draco hiss in pain and the scent of his blood reached her nostrils. What she saw when she turned around stopped her world. She forgot to breathe, she forgot to fight; the sight of him crushed her heart.