Villain, D. Malfoy

48. The End.

No one's point of view:

Who knew these two had it in them to trick us all?

From once being strangers to opponents to now partners that deceived the two people that desired them to split up the most, their parents.

Lucius's blood ran cold as he realized what had just happened; everything had been false. Draco's dispute with Emerald, them agreeing to battle one another, was all a lie to make it seem they were truly going to kill one another.

"Did you do it, my child?" Emerald's mom was seen marching up the Tower's stairs, and all heads turned to her. Her daughter's heartbeat pulsated as she saw the expression on her mother's face. Disappointment, all over again.

"What the hell is going on here?" Her voice was dull.

"You'd really think I'd kill him?" Emerald shook her head, letting out a bitter, dry chuckle. "I'd kill for him." She corrected.

"Have it your way." She responded easily, making Emerald confused as to why she wasn't murdering her this very second until she spoke too soon.

In less than a millisecond, Emerald's eyes followed her mother's blade as she pressed it against her neck. Draco shrieked, trying to push her off of her, but instead, Lucius kept him back.

"Don't. Move." Her mother sneered.

Emerald began hyperventilating as she knew her mother could destroy her this instant if she wanted to. "I give you one manageable task, one!" She insisted. "And you couldn't do it, could you?" She lowered her eyebrows.

"You knew what you were doing all along," Her daughter's voice cracked as she didn't move one inch.

"And what that might be, exactly?" She taunted.

"You sent me to Hogwarts so you could have me slaughtered, not just physically but emotionally. Do you know what the hell I've been through?!"

"Hell? Oh, could you spare me the manipulation? You're just a kid who can't accomplish anything."

"I stopped being a kid the day you sent me down here to die." She never broke eye contact, spitting through gritted teeth. She looked to the side and quickly glimpsed at Draco; he took the hint immediately. He sneaked up behind her mother and stole the blade; Emerald swiftly freed from the grip and into Draco's arms.

"You foolish teenagers." Both of the parents spoke simultaneously, and those three words were sufficient to provoke a war.

Draco threw the first strike at his father while Emerald took care of her mother. All that came after this was a muffled sound of all their swords striking each other and their shrieks echoing louder throughout the Astronomy Tower. It lingered for a while; they all held one to the need of survival. They did not bother about anything else at that moment other than defeating their opponents, who just so happened to share their blood and ancestry.

"Give it up!" Lucius screeched to his son at one point, and when Draco finally spun around to glimpse around him, he noticed Emerald and her mother were fighting at the bottom of the stairs. At that moment, he told his prayers, silently begging nothing happened to Emerald since he couldn't see what was happening to her.

As he spun back around to direct the attention to his father, Draco's sword thrust to the front and ended up as a fatal strike to his dad's face. Draco stood rooted in his place as his stomach wrenched in viciousness. "Oh my God-" He grumbled, as time seemed to slow down. He did it, he thought. It was over; it was all, finally over. But if it was the proper thing to do, why did it sting so much? And as he sank to his knees sobbing, one thing was clear now: He isn't a villain. He's just broken, just like the rest of us.

Emerald, his soul reminded him.

He doesn't know if he rushed so he could avoid seeing his father's body or if because he desperately needed to know if his darling was still alive, but he sprinted down the stairs. "Hart! Hart!" He cried out to her, licking his lips. He felt a pair of arms embrace his back, immediately letting out a breath of relief, knowing those were the arms of his Emerald.

He spun around so he could observe her properly. He noticed her left cheek was tainted with blood and looked down at her body to check if she wasn't bleeding anywhere else. She did the same, putting Draco's well-being over hers. "Are you okay?" She spoke breathless, "I'm fine, are you?" His voice was husky from his sobbing. They both nodded frantically before they drew each other into a kiss, a kiss that brought them back home.

"It's finished, right?" She pulled away, smiling. This brought a small grin to his face, "Come with me." He grabbed her hand and escorted her to a place very much familiar. When they got to the riverbank, he grabbed her ring they once made here months ago and soaked some water over it to clean the blood off.

They laid down, legs over the freezing water, eyes perking up to the moon's luminescence.

"Do you even know why I hated you?" He asks her.

"Because of my blood."

"No," He muttered, catching her attention. She swiveled her head towards him, "Because you made me question everything they ever told me."

Her eyes begged to understand more, and he resumed speaking. "My entire life, I battled with the definition of loyalty. It cost me my most significant source of happiness as a kid. Loyalty and allegiance are ideal when they're not being coated with sentimental manipulation. All my life, my father manipulated me into thinking love didn't exist and that if it did, it came from him. But really, all he did was exploit love's meaning. But you gave it a new definition, the proper definition."

She dropped her head down, trying to cover her grin. A year later and he still held the power to turn her cheeks into a rose shade.

"I never expected us to be here, like this. But I guess, deep down, I knew you were never the villain in my story. There's good in you; I've always seen it. I understood I loved you the minute I wouldn't allow myself to fall through whenever the Universe tore us apart."

Since she met him, he conducted more violence and anxiety than a thousand soldiers could ever bear. He had been lied to, misled, fooled, betrayed. Believe me when I say he has already traversed hell and back. And the single time I detected harmony in his eyes was when he was with her. She is the reason he is still breathing.

He kissed her forehead as the world around them burned. "See you in the next life, my darling." He muttered.

"It's time," She said her safe word, which she scripted from a few nights ago. And as she now stood alone in the warmth of her home, she smirked, knowing her work was done. Glancing down at her finger, the memories swamped back. All he ever needed was for someone to love him. This is why she loved him so that she could be that one.

Yours always,

D.L.M.

THE END

What a journey this has been. Thank you for staying; thank you all so much. If requested, I might do a sequel, but I'm glad Draco found his yellow until now. I'm crying, bye.