The White Peacock (A Draco Malfoy Fanfic)

Chapter 62: The Battle of Hogwarts

Draco's POV

I hurry through the crowd of Slytherins running out of the dungeons, passing me by as they flee the dungeons, all recognizing my effort in freeing them from Filch.

I scan the faces of my fellow classmates; some seem smug and ready for the fight. It's clear which side of the war they are on. However, I can't help but stare at the ones scared, the innocent young faces trying to escape, hide, and protect each other from the army slowly making its way through the castle.

Potter is here; he must be here for a reason. I need to find him. The sooner I do, the sooner this will all end. Not to mention, the prick has my wand, I think, staring down at the spare wand my mother had given me. It doesn't feel right.

I keep making my way through the crowds when suddenly familiar faces catch my eyes: Goyle and Blaise.

I run up to them, grabbing them by the collars forcefully and pulling them with me in the opposite direction. They will help me finish this.

"Bloody hell, Malfoy," Blaise says, pulling away and stopping us in our tracks.

"Finally made it," Goyle smirks, causing Blaise to roll his eyes.

"This isn't a joke; we have to get out of here Malfoy," Blaise warns.

"We are not leaving; we are putting an end to this right now. We have to find Potter and turn him in; it's the only way this all stops," I explain.

"You can't actually believe this will all be better when that happens," Blaise says with a sarcastic chuckle.

"I believe that it will be for us. You know he will favour the ones who brought him Potter," I reason.

"You know I'm in mate," Goyle chuckles sadistically.

Blaise shakes his head disapprovingly and looks away.

"Fine, run away, but we all know how this is going to end," I say, turning away with Goyle.

"Wait..." Blaise says, causing me to face him.

"Change your mind?" I ask.

"No... I refuse to help you... but I always have your back, whether I like it or not, here right now or on that Quidditch field. I am always going to be here to save your ass, Malfoy," he says with a slight chuckle.

I couldn't help but slightly smile at Blaise. I didn't think much could make me feel something, but that did - seeing my stupid friend who, since we were 11, would always follow right behind me as I got up to no good, always there, having my back.

"I also want to say I'm fucking sorry, mate... Annabelle told me about your memory being... of Mur," Blaise begins.

"I don't want to talk about it," I interrupt as I push past him, wanting nothing more than to not think about the brown-eyed girl I had hurt and left to die in our dungeon.

The three of us start making our way to the other side of the castle, away from the crowds, when suddenly I see Potter push past students as he makes his way up a staircase.

"THERE!" I point, "He has my wand," I growl.

We all rush behind him, keeping our distance so he doesn't notice us far behind. He's making his way to the seventh floor, isn't he? Oh, he can't be going where I think he is.

We slow down and wait behind a corner, watching him stand before the familiar tapestry I knew so well.

What does he want with the Room of Requirement? We all watch as the door slowly appears, letting him in. We couldn't rush in right away; we need to be patient.