She was lying there. On the ground of his home's drawing room. His aunt sat above her, her knife pointing at her arm. She was too brave and wouldn't confess a thing. He knew his aunt was crazy but this wasn't even human even more.
Five minutes later, the silver chandelier fell and he gave his and their wands with them, pretending Potter beated him. But he gave them willingly.
It was Dobby who saved them. Dobby, the house elf he always played with when he felt alone. Dobby, the house elf that was his only true friend. Bellatrix threw her knife but it didn't apparated with them. Instead, it hit a painture of the Malfoy family, resulting in the painting ripping in two. On the left side were his parents while he was on the right side, ripped away from them. And that was exactly how he felt.
When he was sixteen, his parents, both Lucius and Narcissa, had pushed him into taking the dark mark. He never wanted to, but he did it, if it meant his parents wouldn't suspect anything about her. Only if it resulted in her being safe.
But he failed. She was lying on the floor, being tortured by his aunt.
-TIME SKIP TO THE BATTLE-
Harry was dead. The Boy Who Lived was dead. The person who should've saved her from being tortured for being a muggleborn, was dead. At least, that's what everyone thought.
He knew Harry was alive. He used Legilimens to see what Harry what thinking, why Harry had been so stupid. But the boy who lived was smart enough, the only thing Harry didn't have was a wand.
So when he walked over to the other side he told Potter his plan in his mind. When Neville started his speech, he explained it to Potter in detail.
Two minutes later, Neville had killed Nagini, the damn snake tried to attack her. He was happy the snake was dead. He was less happy when he saw her in Ron's arms.
'As long as she's safe.' He thought. Potter rolled out of Hagrid's arms to the floor. He saw his chance, ran over to Potter and threw him his wand. Potter caught it and the final battle began.
To his great displeasure, he was fighting against his own father, who was sending unforgivables jis way. A cruciatus curse was followed by a killing curse, who was followed by, again, a cruciatus curse.He blocked them all. He would kill his own father if it meant that she'd be safe. Hell he'd kill his own mother for her. It would be more difficult for him, but he would, he did everything for her.
So that's exactly what he did. He killed his own father. And that moment, everything turned for his mother. His mother had been under the Imperius curse when she forced him to take the dark mark and she'd be under the cruciatus curse if she spoke back to his father, even if it was only one word, and he knew.
But now, his father is dead. His mother, who was fighting Molly Weasley, standing next to two death eaters, turned to them and killed them. Molly was surprised at first, but when she saw Lucius' dead body, Molly understood. It was sad, but Molly understood.
The fighting went on and on until a curse and a charm, a green and a red one, were spoken.
The green one, coming from Voldemort, indicating a killing curse, fighting against the red one from Harry Potter, a simple yet efficient disarming charm. But it killed Voldemort. He was happy. Yes, he had killed his own father, but she was safe now. She didn't need to feel fear since Voldemort and his father were dead. He hugged his mother, mumbling excuses for killing his father, but his mother looked relieved that his father was finally gone.
Not many people had died, but there were a lot of injured ones. While being at the Manor, he had learned a lot of healing spells, so he started healing people.
At first people looked at him with fear in their eyes, but as soon as Fred Weasley opened his eyes after his' healing, they looked away trusting the young man. The Weasleys started hugging him, muttering their thanks as they did so. Even Harry gave him a hug. But he was still looking for her.
And there she was, stumbling towards him. He was surprised at first when she hugged him, until she asked him.
"Why?"
"Why what?" He muttered while still hugging her.
"Why would you risk your own life to save people you always hated? To save people on the other side of the war?"
"Because of you."
"Me? I thought I was just another filthy little mu-" He pulled out of the hug, but still held her close.
"Don't you dare finish that sentence." He said angrily. "You're anything but that." By now everyone was watching them, but they didn't notice.
"What? Then why did you say it for the last seven years?"
"To keep you safe from my father." He tilted up her face since her face was pointing at the floor. "He would've hurt you if he knew."
"It was all an act, wasn't it?" He nodded. "Why me?"
"I'd do anything to keep you safe."
"That's why you killed your own father, isn't it?" He nodded again. She had tears in her eyes. "Thank you." She whispered loud enough for him to hear it. She hugged him again.
"Don't hate me again okay?"
"Why?" He looked down at her and smiled slightly.
He leaned in as she did and they met each other halfway. They kissed each other as if it was the last thing they'd ever do. Leaning back for air, they rested their foreheads together.
"I was terrified for you at the Manor. What if she did do something worse? I can't live without you. I love you." He confessed. The whole Hall gasped but again they didn't notice.
"I don't know how, but I love you too." And with that they kissed again. The whole Hall had gone silent when they heard his reason. Even his mother.
But they didn't notice.
Because it was only each other they now truly needed.
