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Prompt:

So odviously this will be a short as fuck oneshot because I'm lazy and need to go to bed cause of school in the morning

~~~~~Here We Go 😀🔫~~~~~

3rd person POV:

As the war between the light and dark continued, Draco couldn't help but worry at a huge extent about Harry.

Sure his parents weren't fond of the Potter family, that didn't mean he couldn't be worried, right?

After all, he did feel guilty for bullying Harry all those years, and the very least he could do was worry about him.

About an hour later, Harry appears.

Limp.

In someone's arms.

Draco looked at the limp boy, not paying any attention to the carrier,

and snapped.

As he watch the body lay there, unmoving, he feels... Mad? Sad? Upset, maybe?

No...

I don't know...

What was the feeling?

Not even I could tell you, I suppose.

But let's continue, shall we?

Draco clentches his fists tightly, as if he were to punch something, and grabbed his wand out of pure anger, or whatever the feeling was.

He saw his vision getting foggy.

He was....

Crying?

Why?

Why is he crying over the death or Harry?

He didn't know.

But I know, of course.

He was crying out of sadness and hurt.

Out of...

Love.

As Harry's body still lay there, Draco staring in hurt and sad, the devil himself spoke these words:

"HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!"

With a large amount of excitment in his voice.

Draco almost goes limp himself. He turns to his mother, who is hiding her guilt. Then his father, who is smiling like a mad man.

He turns back to face the body, preying that Harry would get up.

But he didn't.

So, you know what Draco did?

He fought for him.

He fought so Harry could feel peace.

He clentched his wand and stood up infront of the scary man.

Tears still falling down his face.

He looked at the noseless person as he looked back at him.

"Why are you crying, boy. This is something our people will remember."

He was silent.

"You have that darkmark on your arm for a reason, Malfoy."

"..."

"Well?"

"I didn't want it the first place"

Draco mumbled his words.

"And why's that, huh?"

"Because you're..."

"I'm a what? Huh? What am I?"

"A..."

"..."

"A fucking MONSTER!"

As soon as you could perfect an addition problem of 1+1 Draco was duelling the dark lord himself. For Harry's sake.

Not for his own.

Not for his parents.

Not for his school.

For Harry.

Only Harry.

As Harry lays there limp, he hears the loud noises of... duelling? Was it all a dream, somehow?

He tried to move.

Nope.

Definately not a dream.

As he barely opens his eyes, he sees this sight before him:

Draco duelling the dark lord with tears of anger in his eyes.

Harry is more than surprised.

He struggles with the pain before he is able to move again.

He wiggles his way out of the stranger's arms and jumps to feel, a shock of pain shooting though him, but he's too worried to notice.

Draco doesn't realize there's someone next to him until there's another beam of magic helping him defeat the monster.

He looks over and almost drops his wand.

It's silent other than the sounds of Harry panting through a smile.

Draco smiles back at him, still focused on the battle, and says,

"Glad to have you back, let's beat this old guys ass..!"

He struggles with the last part, as Voldamort was pushing harder against the boy's spell.

"Thanks, Draco"

I know the end was absolute trash but whatever idc

Love you guys, I'm tired and need to go to bed, so bye!