Unravel

Narcissa watched in horrid fascination as a struggling mudblood squirmed on the floor as it’s last breaths were forced out of it by bolts of wicked green. After a few seconds it was completely motionless and she finally looked away feeling bile churn up her throat. Billowing black figures were landing in her dining room at random intervals and it was only a matter of seconds before every evil wizard in the world would be standing in her beautiful house. She didn’t dare show how disgusted it made her feel to have what may be the downfall of wizard society running operation in her own home, but it’s what one has to do when their husband is almost as cruel and heartless as the snake being that was torturing the world.


Delicate ivory hands set a silver tray of tea down on the large dining hall table. She went unnoticed as most of the wizards were busy being obedient. She took advantage of being practically invisible and left the room quickly. Upstairs in her private study she shakily took out a piece of parchment to write to her beloved son. His face hadn’t been seen at the meeting and the most horrifying wave of worry had been haunting her since she left the room. He didn’t show, which meant he was either on an undisclosed mission from the master, or being defiant. The latter would cause his imminent death if the first didn’t already. It horrified Narcissa to watch the past year go by and her son become more and more consumed in the world of death eaters. She didn’t really understand what praying was, and why Muggles did it so often, but her Muggle literature was all that kept her practically sane at this point in life, so she found herself praying at that moment. She just kept wishing and hoping to anything in the world that her only son would come out of this whole dreadful situation unharmed.


For some odd reason that little Muggle girl popped into her head right then. Lucius hadn’t told her about the letter between their son and the friend of Potter’s, but she found out. Lucius never told her when he was beating up on their son either, but she knew that too. She was helpless when it happened, and if she ever wanted to speak up about it he would curse her. But that girl…she could tell there was something going on with Draco. This wasn’t like when he was dating Pansy, he was always anxious for something now.


Narcissa sighed heavily and took out her quill. Her hands didn’t reach to write across the parchment though, they found each other and pressed together while her head bowed down in more wishing and hoping.


***


Ron looked at Harry and Harry looked back at Ron. For the past hour they had been doing that, trying to figure out Hermione. They had come to the conclusion she was a hormonal, crazy, intelligent girl. The combination was deadly, they had no chance with her.


“How about unbearable niceness?” Ron queried.


“She can see right through that mate,” Harry responded.


“Not if we’re sincere, I mean if we really mean it…she can’t be mad at that, right?”


Harry scrunched his lips in thought, “Well I guess it’s all we have.”


Ron began to kick the edge of the carpet in annoyance. It was beginning to turn his ears red he was thinking about how to please Hermione so much, but at the same time he felt compelled to throw his potions book at her bushy head. She was the one who fell for the slimiest git he had ever met. That fucking Slytherin was the reason for most of his detentions he had received in his whole Hogwarts career. The two were purebloods, some of the last left, but there was one giant difference, evil.


Harry was downright disgruntled also. Last year Malfoy had reached the pinnacle of his sliminess. He went after his mentor, the Head Master, Albus Dumbledor, then came back to be awarded as the Head Boy. Harry understood that the professor was trying to teach Draco and protect him at the same time, but Harry wasn't feeling as generous in the forgiveness department. But what was he missing if the two most intelligent people in his life were on Malfoy's side?


***


Hermione stared at his glaring arm in shocking horror. Underneath his thin, crispy white shirt an angry red glow was threatening to singe the fabric that covered it. Her insides were beginning to churn and swell with worry. It never really hit home that Draco Malfoy, the boy who has changed her life and exploded her into feeling like a woman, was in mortal peril due to an evil secret society. And now it did. Hit home that is, she was spinning.


“What are you going to do?” She asked. He didn’t fail to notice her wavering cracked voice, or the way her nails dug a little deeper into his arm as she said it. He knew he should be overcome with fretting concern also, but with her next to him, staring so intently into his soul, she was all that occupied his mind. Hermione shook his arm harshly and repeated, “What are you going to do!” She didn’t even try to hide the fact that she might rip her hair out at any moment.


Honestly Draco didn’t know what he was going to do. No, he wasn’t going, that was for sure. That was about as far as he could let himself think. He felt it ironic that the Death Eaters- that Voldemort himself was summoning him, but all that ran rampant inside him was the fact that the know it all Head Girl had now become everything he ever wanted and never even knew he wanted.


She shook him again, this time making him almost squint in pain. “Hey witch, watch it you’re going to harm my perfect skin!” He was smiling as he said it, but she didn’t feel the need to joke around. Her eyes were brimming with tears that were on the verge of spilling over.


How could he be so calm at a time like this? He was being called on by the most evil wizard ever known, and here he was staring into her eyes with a humored grin. "I'm not going Granger." He finally told her in a calm voice.


She was in a mild state of shock as he stood her upright and began to fix her hair with his long pale fingers. She watched him, fascinated with his caring gesture. If she wasn't so concerned with what would happen to her prince next, she would be a puddle of mush on the ground due to his sweetness.

He felt the familiar strength of her small arms squeezing his body. And heard the faint sounds of her whimpers as she buried her face into his chest. She was shaking and he could feel her worried emotions pouring out of her soul and all over him. He understood her tears, and they brought a smile so wide to his face that it almost cracked. Her sorrow reflected how deeply she had fallen in love with him. She was his. All his.


***


Students were so shocked at the two Head students walking hand and hand in the corridors that they were unable to hide their expressions. Draco was escorting Hermione back to their dorm where he could comfort her in private, which seemed ironic because it was him in all the scary danger. He was already tired of the random squeals he heard at every other second.


Hermione had been rambling off plans that he could try ever since they had left the library. Her mile a minute sentences made him happier and happier. Each plan ended with him far away in a secluded country where he could wait for her to come after she graduated. He knew her head was too clouded and distressed to realize how serious she was talking.


He was trying desperately to keep his mind in the matter she was discussing, but every time she would speak of her "Parents beach house in Australia," he would fail to pay attention and only imagine lying in the sand with her somewhere far away and foreign.


A sudden halt brought him back to reality and he was now staring at Hermione's beat red and tear streamed face. "Please say something," she sobbed out. Her eyes had begun to well up again and her worry was consuming her.


It was as if nothing could bother him at all. He walked casually, held her hand loosely, and kept losing focus while gazing into the space above his head. Draco never even scowled when surrounding students would involuntarily let a gasp escape as they passed. Did he even remember the summons? Hermione was so flustered with conflict she didn't understand what was making him seem so care free.


The bursting smile was not able to be kept at bay as he cupped her face in his hands and placed his face in front of hers. "Calm down Hermione," He whispered to her. "I'll find a way to get through this, we'll find a way." She took a dramatic deep breath and blew it back out, never leaving his eyes.


His gray orbs were hinted with a summery blue she hadn't seen in months, his sincerity was undeniable.


"Alright. Okay." She nodded her head and closed her eyes.


He would had never noticed the still crowd around them if Potter wouldn't have cleared his throat upon arrival. Draco glanced around, finally showing some annoyance and stood up straight. Potter stood just a few feet away, looking tense and honestly confused at what he was looking at. A snapping remark was making it's way to Draco's lips but before it could come out Hermione interrupted.


"Harry!" She seemed relieved at his arrival which annoyed Draco unmercilessly. She drug Draco by the hand towards Harry.


Maybe Harry would be able to help in some way. He was Harry Potter. But Draco stopped a foot or two shy of Harry. Halting Hermione along with him. She spun quickly to look at him with her pleading eyes, but met a wall of ice. He was glaring at her friend, a person she now remembered considered himself an enemy of her Slytherin. A feathery sigh left her lips. Harry cannot help, and Draco would never let him.


Hermione's eyes softened up, reassuring Draco she would not burst at the mouth to her best friend, his mortal enemy (one of them anyway). Harry had closed the distance and now stood there looking at them as if Hermione had been hexed.


"Um? I mean...um. Hermione? Ron and I have been looking for you, we wanted to ask if you wanted to come to Hagrid's for tea? He wants to show us a new egg he acquired...suppose to be part squid." Harry did a wonderful job ignoring the tall blonde git staring daggers at him, a plan he decided to follow as soon as his mind wasn't able to process seeing the two of them together.


Again Draco was beaten by Hermione's quick wit, "Sounds delightful Harry, but I'm sorry. Draco and I have some things we have to take care of." They had more than things to take care of. First he had to spill his guts in a blood bath of honesty, then kill some dark wizards, and then...shag. Maybe shag, then go dark wizard hunting. Either way, there wasn't room for Harry fucking Potter...


Kill. Draco's mind inwardly cringed at the thought. For the first time he realized that yes, this will all end in someone's death. Hopefully Voldemort's, maybe his father's. Oh life without Lucius. The smirk returned, and an idea began to form.


"Oi, Potter? How is that quest to kill you know who coming along?"


Harry's already clouded eyes had become livid with accusations and suspicion.


Hermione's bulging eyes darted back and forth between the two, realizing the small crowd had never really dispersed. She grabbed Draco's arm.


"If you want a discussion we can take it somewhere private."


It astonished Draco that Potter agreed and followed behind them on their way to their dorm. He made sure that his connection with the tiny intelligent witch was made known right in front of the chosen one's eyes. Again paying no attention to the extra attention it drew from the passing students.


***


Harry Potter sat on the large settee directed in front of the fire in the Head's living quarters with a face contorted with rage, shock, and maybe even fright.


"In your house...right now!?" He stood and began pacing around the room after hearing all that Malfoy had to share.


At that very moment there was a meeting being held at Malfoy Manor where every wizard was that needs to be put in Azkaban, or killed as far as Harry was concerned, including Voldemort.


Hermione hadn't moved from her spot next to Draco since the news had been spilled. Her emotions had doubled and at the moment she felt paralyzed. The only words that would sputter out were, "We, we have to tell Dumble-"


"Not right now Hermione!" Harry practically roared. His pacing continued and his head was cranking away at the possibilities. No he couldn't go alone, or even with his helpful band of friends. He would be walking into a slaughter. He definitely needed Auror help on this, and Dumbledor. But the Head Master had been away searching for Horcruxes since that morning. Harry had to skip the trip this time, Dumbledor wanted to go alone.


If he were to alert the Aurors now maybe there could be a chance at cornering a few before they apparated away, but that's not what Harry wanted. Harry wanted Voldemort, alone. He sighed heavily, and then queried.


"Malfoy? Why did you tell me this?"


Draco smirked at Harry. Should he tell Potter that finally happiness had found him and made him seem complete? That evil wizards and dark societies were way over rated? Or that Draco knew that Potter really was the Chosen One? The one to end the whole entire war and take down the creature that has not only ruined his life, but the life of his family, his mother.


"Why do it yourself, when you can have Harry Potter do it for you?"


Harry's glare hardened at the Slytherin, understanding there was more behind this. "What are you up to Malfoy?"


***


The vacant spot at the large round table didn't go unnoticed. The Dark Lord did not address it though, so the Death Eater's suspicion grew. They tried their hardest to avert their eyes from the empty seat, and keep their minds on what the Dark Lord was saying, and not what the punishment would be for Lucius son.


Lucius's eyes did not falter from Voldemort. His insolent son was of no concern right now. Right now his Lord was describing in detail what their plans would be for an attack. Dumbledor was first priority now, there was no way to get to Potter with the old wizard still fumbling through life.


Nobody in the room was giving Draco Malfoy's lack of show much more thought than stupidity and cowardliness. He was just a boy, but little did they know that the boy was now in love. And love changes everything.