Music in the blood red soul.

Music drifted through the empty corridors,
haunting and melodic. It was well past midnight and no one was permitted to be
out of bed, however, head girl, Hermione Granger, brains of the golden trio,
war legend, straight ‘A’ student, found herself hidden by Harry’s invisibility;
walking towards the source of the eerily beautiful music.

Hermione blew a stray curl off her face and
wondered if she had a death wish. She was currently wandering the halls at
night, alone, to find the one person in the world that couldn’t stand her, and
ask him for a favour.

Draco Malfoy, head boy, king of Slytherin,
war legend, straight ‘A’ student, who hated all Griffyndors; especially her,
was who she sought this dark night. It’s true, she reasoned, that he had been a
key player in Voldemorts’ demise, but he had never stopped teasing her. After
the events of the previous year he had continued his teasing of her, but no one
else.

In their sixth year of Hogwarts, the war
had come to a head and much to her relief the Order had triumphed over the
Death Eaters and there psychotic leader. Draco Malfoy stood along side Harry,
Ron, and Hermione in the final battle.

She remembered that night when the battle
was drawing to an end, he appeared beside her, flashed that gorgeous grin that
made all the girls melt, winked, and took off after two cloaked death eaters
that were running into the forbidden forest.

Before she had been able to catch herself,
she heard herself scream out his name. Not Malfoy, but Draco. He stopped and
looked back, something shinning in his eyes that she couldn’t have explained even
if she wanted to.

“Be careful, I am not taking over both head
duties next year because you got yourself killed!” she yelled. She heard him
chuckle and shake his head -she smiled back- before nodding and turned to
continue the path he had stopped when she yelled.

They had both been informed that they were
to be the head students the following year, just before the battle had
commenced. Hermione thought it was a final kind gesture Dumbledore had given
them, knowing they may well not survive the impending battle.

Harry had faced Voldemort on the Quiddich
pitch. The dark lord’s evil sneer, taunting Harry, and forcing him to face all
his doubts and fears. Their battle was short and vicious, both wounded and
bleeding. Ron was trapped over one hundred yards away, helping Neville bring
done the Lestranges, and Hermione herself came face to face with her worst fear
trying to reach Harry; Lucius Malfoy.

She hadn’t stopped moving, Malfoy senior rose
in front of her, but all she saw was Harry, she needed to get to Harry. She
kept running, right towards the blond man.

Without a second thought she sent the
stunning charm at Lucius, only to watch it literally bounce off of him and hit
some unsuspecting death eater to their left.

He smirked at her and growled, “I will
never understand what he could possibly see in you, you filthy creature.”

She never got a chance to reply because she
heard that same voice that taunted her for years say, “Love, Father.”

Hermione didn’t know what to do, father and
son, stood facing each other with her directly in-between them. And honestly
she had no idea what they were talking about, but she knew it had something to
do with her.

“Well this is fitting isn’t it Draco,” Lucius
spat out his sons name, “You will get to watch her die.” He raised his wand to
her chest and yelled “Ave-”

“Drop! Aveda Kadavra!” Draco roared. Hermione
immediately dropped, and watched with horror as the green light struck a
stunned Lucius. He dropped dead to the ground.

Hermione spun around and leaped to her
feet, just as Draco dropped to his knees, blood dripping from his mouth, and
his eyes.

He was crying tears of blood. Hermione ran
to his side and shook him. His eyes transfixed on his fathers’ body.

“Draco! Draco!” she yelled panic coloured
her voice when he didn’t answer. “Draco please!” she had started crying herself
feeling the agony, fury, and sadness, roll off of him in waves.

“Go help Harry.” He growled at her, pushing
her hands away.

“But-”

“GO!”

She hesitated, and with one last look she
turned and ran to Harry, sending a single to the sky for a medi-witch for
Draco. But what happened next escaped her knowledge entirely. There was a
mighty roar that didn’t sound human, and then an awesome white light burst
behind her and enfolded the surrounding field. She couldn’t see anything, the
light was blinding, and she couldn’t move. It seemed as if time itself stood
still.

A tall shadow, approached her in the light,
she squinted trying to see if it was friend or foe. What she saw took her
breathe away, it was Draco Malfoy. The light was coming from him