Drarry Oneshots

Draco's Redemtion Scene (but in his p.o.v)

I have no idea if I want to continue this book. I'm getting unmotivated and school's becoming crappy. I'm really sorry. 

Are you guys fine if I call it quits and never come back into this story or do you want me to continue making oneshots-?

Because generally it's up to you guys, I guess I'll try and manage with everything more. 

Enjoy y'all! :)

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Draco felt a huge pang of guilt. It was like it all hit him at once, causing a sort of explosion. 

The boy who lived was dead. Voldemort won. Terror and fear ran through many people, but nobody dared to go to the other side. 

The death eaters all started cheering. Bellatrix began dancing, hands entirely in the air, jumping around. 

Except Draco. He seemed frozen to his spot, struggling for tears not to forcefully expose themselves. He couldn't believe it. 

He shouldn't be sad right? Potter was his arch-nemesis after all. Potter hated him and he did too. He shouldn't be feeling those emotions. But he couldn't help it.  

One tear slipped out, but as soon as it strolled down his cheek he quickly wiped it away, glancing to see if anyone saw it. 

It was all his fault. He shouldn't have followed you-know-who's order. He shouldn't have opened the cabinet, nor should he have even became a death eater. 

Then it happened. Potter got out of Hagrid's grip, falling to the ground. He sprinted over to face you-know-who, and drew out a wand. Half of the wand fell to the ground. It's broken. 

Without even thinking, I grab my mother's wand sprint over to Potter, and throw the wand at him. He dropped it,  but quickly regained himself by picking it up again. Once I reach the other side, receiving glances from many people, I stand beside Luna, out of breath. 

Most of the conversation was inaudible for me, but Draco could clearly tell it was offensive toward you-know-who, because he was fuming with anger. He yelled a "Avada Kadavra!" while Potter yelled "Expelliarmus!" at the same time. Red and green light hit each other, battling to reach the other side.  If it wasn't so life threatening to basically everyone, maybe people would've enjoyed it. 

Red light won, shooting you-know-who in the chest. He fell to his knees and screamed. He turned into black dust, and then nothing. 

Everyone stood their in silence for a little bit. Potter, out of breath, was looking down at the floor, hand on top of mouth, shocked. Granger and the Weasel family all rushed toward Potter, giving him a giant group hug. Most people then began looking for their friends and family members. Draco started looking for my parents. They were nowhere in sight, panicking, he headed inside Hogwarts. He looked through the corridors, classrooms and the great hall, passing by so many people who have passed. I feel guilt again. 

They weren't there, either. Giving up, he just sat in a corner near the stairs, letting those held tears loose. Draco didn't care anymore. 

He saw the "Fabulous golden trio" pass by him, giving him a glance. He especially saw Potter's concerned look. 

He was worried for him? He just shrugged it off. 

He hoped one day he could maybe be civil with Potter. But he already knows that it's too late for that. School's over, and now they're all going to live seperate lives, forgetting about the other.