Inescapable | Drarry + Bleville ✔︎

Chapter 38

Blaise's POV:

They were fighting, every single one of them. All Blaise could hear was screaming, banging, and crashing. He couldn't find Neville. He tried to stay close to him and make sure he could save him if he needed to. He had him close by, but now he was gone. He ran through the halls, fighting off any caster who came in his way. He was able to knock some of them out pretty quickly, but others he had to take his time to duel.

Finally, he got away from them. He got up to the fourth floor, which was completely empty. He looked to his left and saw Neville holding his foot in pain. He also noticed his head was bleeding.

He runs up to him. "Neville, are you alright?" He asks.

"I'm fine." He grunts, "I need to get back out there." He says, trying to stand up. Blaise tries to grab his hand but Neville pulls away. "Why are you trying to help me? Why are you here?" Neville asks.

"Because..." Blaise sighs, "Because I want to. It's my responsibility to be on the good side. I can't let my school down."

"Really now? Then why were you friends with Draco?" Neville asks angrily.

"What-"

"Don't even act like you don't know. Draco helped get Dumbledore killed! He's a bloody death eater! You seriously think I'm gonna trust you?!" Neville shouts. Blaise stands dumbfounded. He has never once heard Neville shout.

"People like you are the reason my parents will never be the same again! I know who you support, so stop acting like you're on our side! Because of people like you I will never have a normal life! I will never know who my parents truly are!" Neville's voice cracks, "I will avenge them if it's the last thing I do and no one will stand in my way, not even you."

Blaise steps towards him, opening his mouth to speak but Neville steps away, "Get the hell away from me." He demands, wand pointed right at Blaise.

Blaise gasps and clutches his wand, but doesn't move at all.

Suddenly, the room goes cold and dark. He suddenly feels empty and devoid of all happiness. Something is wrong.

He notices Neville's eyes grow wide at something behind him. He turns around and notices a dementor coming right for them.

Happy memory, Blaise. Happy memory.

Suddenly, Neville's face pops into his head. A bright smile etched onto his face. Him holding Neville and watching him blush in front of Blaise. Them going to Honeydukes together and seeing Neville's face light up at the sight of it.

"Expecto patronum!" They both shout at the same time.

Two bright blue lights rush out of their wands and mold into two roaring lions running after the dementor who was now escaping down the hall. The lions swim over each other as they chase the dementor away from them.

They both stand in shock. Blaise slowly looks at Neville, knowing he can't possibly hide his secret now. Neville looks at him with wide eyes and red cheeks and begins to back away from him.

"Neville, don't go! Look, I'm sorry. I can't help it. I don't... I don't mean to be weird. I just... This isn't even the time, is it?" Blaise says.

Neville furrows his brows at him. They suddenly hear a scream and both rush to the noise.

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Draco's POV:

Crabbe and Goyle convinced him to run after Harry. They both had decided not to fight but came back to help him duel Harry and get his wand back. Not like it would help him feel safer or more confident about it at all. He felt like a monster. But what was the point? He didn't have much to live for anyways.

They make their way through the room and come face to face with Harry. They all draw their wands and hold it up to him. They honestly expected the Weasel and Mudblood.

"Well, what brings you here, Potter?" Draco asks.

"I could ask you the same..." Harry responds.

"You took something from me... I want it back."

"What's wrong with the one in your hand?" Harry asks him.

"It doesn't quite work with me... It's my mother's. It doesn't really... understand me." He gives a sarcastic grin.

Harry simply looks at him before opening his mouth and asking, "Why didn't you tell them? You knew it was me, yet you said nothing. Why?"

Draco's heartbeat quickens. He didn't expect that. He didn't even think Harry knew that he knew.

"Don't be a prat, Draco. Kill him." Goyle whispers beside him.

All he does is stand there, his legs feeling suddenly weak.

"Expelliarmus!" A girl shouts.

"Avada Kedavra!" He hears Crabbe shout back. He runs away, only to notice Ron running after them.

"You tried to kill my girlfriend, you loony!" He shouts, running after them.

A crash is heard and all Draco sees is flames. Good Merlin! Whoever did that, it certainly had Ron running away from them. It didn't make things better, though.

The flames morph into a dragon-like figure and roar at him and Crabbe. Goyle continues to throw flames from his wand with little care. Crabbe and Draco try to get away from the flames and climb up various objects to get away. The flames only get higher.

He looks over, noticing Goyle grabbing a chair, only to fall right into the flames. His heart stops, but he has no time to waste. He continues to climb along with Crabbe. He slips, but quickly grabs back onto a metal bar.

He struggles to get back up and sees Harry, Hermione, and Ron right above them, flying on brooms. Harry reaches his hand out and Draco tries to grab it, only to miss it. He flies away and worries that they won't come back. But no, they come back. He reaches his hand out again and this time, he catches Harry's hand and is pulled onto the broom. He looks back to see Crabbe with Ron.

His heart beats fast and all he can hear is the roaring of the fire. He suddenly crashes onto the ground. The sweet, sweet ground. He stumbles to his feet and runs away as quickly as he can. His feet burn with pain, but he pushes on. Crabbe follows closely behind him before falling to his knees.

"Goyle... He's..." He breathes out. Draco stares at the ground. He always thought of Goyle as an insufferable, idiotic git but now that he was gone... He just couldn't believe it.

"Get up, Crabbe. Let's go." Draco says, grabbing Crabbe's hand and helping him up. "I have to find Blaise."

"The traitor? Really?!" Crabbe exclaims.

"Traitor?" Draco asks.

"Oh, you don't know? That prat stepped into the Great Hall and said he was there to help them fight. For who? Mudbloods?!" Crabbe shouts. "We lose Goyle and now Blaise has gone mad?!"

Secretly, he feels happy for Blaise. Even though he knows Blaise will probably never talk to him again after this, or at least after he finds out he's a death eater. The one friend he truly had would leave him. But, to be perfectly honest, he expected it. If he loved someone like Blaise loved Neville, he'd also choose them over anyone and everyone else without hesitation. He didn't blame him, but he couldn't help but feel a bit heartbroken. But, again, did any of this really become a surprise to him?

He decides to not go after Blaise, but instead to go find a place to rest and hide upon Crabbe's wishes.