bitten ; dramione

eight- the afterparty

"I got him." Harry breathed, moving forward to get Draco. The blonde lay unconscious, dark magic seeming to drip off of him. Kingsley walked around the dead enemies' bodies, holding his wand over every single one to get their identification. Hermione laid against Ron, panting heavily. She was coming down from the Crucio, and her body shook slightly from the pain. Blaise and Theo walked to the drawing room, knowing how Draco did the chains, they unlocked the door and began to bring everyone out. Aurors stood at the end of the hallway, not wanting the children to see the aftermath.

Each family gathered with their Auror, apparating out of there. Blaise went to one of the trap doors, going in to get those hiding in there out, and Theo did the same in the other one. Harry grunted as he pulled Draco's body back to the Healers. Hermione's eye caught sight of the blonde, and she quickly moved out of Ron's arms. She gasped loudly and her eyes filled back up with tears, shaking her head as she shakily grabbed her wand. "Hermione, Romilda will take care of him." Harry tried, moving to grab her hand. "No. I've got him." Hermione whimpered. "'Mione," Ron breathed, gently grabbing her arm.

"NO!" She screamed. "No! He's mine. I- I got him." Hermione cried, breaking down. She laid her head on his chest and cried. Harry and Ron let her cry for a moment before pulling her up. Ginny and James emerged from the hiding place, and Ginny ran to Harry. Harry embraced her tightly, kissing her for a moment before looking James over.

Ron moved to check on his parents, so Blaise and Theo went to Hermione. She leaned into Blaise, who held her tightly, and Theo rubbed her shoulders. Hermione's brown eyes were trained on Draco. He was breathing, which was relieving, but none of what Romilda and Ashey (another Healer) were doing seemed to work. What had she done? He could be leaving them, and she never got the chance to tell him she loved him.

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Draco stirred, his entire body hurting. He was afraid to open his eyes, as he didn't want to see Hell. He knew that was where he was destined to go, but now that he was there, he didn't want to open his eyes. "Draco?" He heard a voice. Small, feminine, and excited. He forced his eyes open, flinching at the light. The blob walked to the curtains, drawing them halfway closed. It was still bright, but it was better. He opened his eyes fully, looking at Romilda Vane.

"Romilda, what... what's happened?" Draco stuttered, pushing himself up. "Relax, Mr. Malfoy, don't do anything too abrupt." Romilda warned. The sheets were damp, and Draco slowly lifted his hand, rubbing his forehead. It was him, covered in sweat and soiling the sheets. He felt disgusting and wanted to shower desperately. "I want to know what happened. Who's dead?" Draco demanded, his voice stern but shaky. Romilda froze, her eyes wide as she looked at him.

Romilda had aged since the first attack on St. Mungo's. Her eyes sagged, and the underside of them were a miserable purple. Her smile seemed to always be in a slight frown, and she had paled. Her black curly hair which she used to let hang was now in a tight ponytail. The curls tangled and frizzled. "You don't ...remember?" She asked, her eyes wide with shock. Draco shook his head slowly, feeling dread based on her reaction.

His wolf immediately began searching for Hermione's warmth throughout... wherever they were. He relaxed with the feeling of her. At least she was okay. "Draco... you killed them all. The entire group. You... It was some kind of ancient magic. You casted an Avada, but it was like a tidal wave. It knocked every single one of them out."

Draco felt like he was going to be sick.

He looked visibly uncomfortable, and he couldn't seem to reposition to a comforting position. "Macee Thompson and George Robinson did not make it on our end. They were hit with the killing curse. Everyone else was most likely injured in some way, but they've all recovered. Including Hermione." Romilda added. Draco nodded slowly, sighing heavily. "And... I have some other... rather unfortunate news." Romilda sighed, standing. Draco thought she was going to tell him he was expelled, not allowed to fight anymore.