Skinny Love(Draco Malfoy)

Chapter Forty-Two-The Right Choice

Chapter Forty-Two-The Right Choice

We all stepped outdoors, onto the rubble that was left from the fight. The Weasley family and Neville stood in the front of the crowd as we watch Voldemort and the Death Eaters march toward the school. Hagrid is chained up, being forced to walk with them. He was carrying a body and his face was full of shock. My heart sunk as I realized who it was.

"Who is it? Neville who is it?" Ginny demanded as he was a few steps in front of her.

"Harry Potter, IS DEAD!" Voldemort announced to the crowd. My entire body freezes. I can only hear the heavy thump of my heart. Draco squeezes my hand tightly, but doesn't face me at all. His fingers were cold, he couldn't believe it either.

"NO! NO!" Ginny cries, charging at the Dark Lord, but her father holds her back as the Dark Lord shoots a spell.

"Stupid girl," he snarled, "Harry Potter is dead. From this day forth, you put your faith in me. HARRY POTTER IS DEAD! And now is the time to declare yourself. Come forth, or die."

"Draco!" A worn voice calls out into the silence. It was his father, Lucius, calling for his son. I held Draco's hand even tighter. I can feel Draco stiffen as his father calls his name one more time. He swallows, his eyes searching everywhere. Everyone was staring at us, not sure of what to think.

"Draco, come," his mother softly demands him. He looks around for one moment, our eyes locking for a quick second, yet it felt like a lifetime. He looked away, and quickly left my side to join his family.

"Ah, well done Draco, well done," Voldemort told him, awkwardly hugging him. My entire body felt numb, nothing was going right, "And who was that girl's hand you were holding, hmm?"

"It was me," I say, stepping forward. I walk towards the middle, only a few meters away from the Dark Lord himself.

"And your name?" he coolly requires from me.

"Elora," I respond shortly, not giving him any other information.

"Ah, Elora Granger, the mudblood," he recalled, causing laughs to erupt from the Death Eaters. All except Draco and his family, "Nonetheless, I'm sure you will fit in nicely."

"No, I won't," I declare as he turns around, expecting me to follow.

"What?" Voldemort seethes as he whips around, his dark robes sticking to the ground.

"I'm not joining you. I'm going to continue fighting against you for as long as I live. I'll fight for my real parents, Sirius Black and Felicity Potter. I'll fight for the boy I love, the boy who had no choice in all this madness. So no matter what, I will not join your side," I spit, finally feeling my blood boil. Under all the sadness, I was angry. Extremely angry. I can see Bellatrix Lestrange lunge forward, but only to be stopped.

"Very well then. Would anyone else like to join us? I already have something prepared for you to do," Voldemort oddly smiles, showing his disgusting teeth. Suddenly, Neville begins to limp forward, a ratty old hat in his hands, "And who may you be, young man?"

"Neville Longbottom," Neville mutters, causing laughs to erupt once more.

"I have the perfect thing prepared for you to do," the Dark Lord announced. Suddenly, he raises his wand and slashes it at me. Two cuts slice into my neck and I howl out in pain. Draco tries to run to me, but his father holds him back, "There, X marks the spot."

"I'd like to say something," Neville announces before he does anything.

"Well, Neville, I'm sure we'd all be fascinated to hear what you have to say," Voldemort replies eerily.

"It doesn't matter that Harry's gone," Neville says, starting what I feel would be a grand speech. I slowly start to pull my wand out from my back pocket without drawing any attention to me.

"Stand down, Neville," Seamus calls for his friend. Seamus is savage.

"People die every day. Friends, family. Yeah, we lost Harry tonight, he's still with us, in here," Neville says and points at his heart, "So is Fred, Remus, Tonks. All of them. They didn't die in vain. But you will, because you're wrong. Harry's heart did beat for us. For all of us, and it isn't over!"

Neville pulled the Sword of Gryffindor out of the hat as he ends his speech, Voldemort staring at him in shock. Suddenly, Harry flips out of Hagrid's arms, landing on the ground. Harry stands boldly, yet unarmed. Voldemort as at a loss for words. Everyone is.

"POTTER!" Draco calls suddenly, tossing Harry his wand. Voldemort's snake begins to slither forward, but Harry stops it.

"CONFRINGO!" Harry shouts at the snake. The flames hit it with no affect, but gives Harry time to run. I whip my wand out and aim it at a random group of Death Eaters.

"STUPEFY!" I scream to add to the diversion. Draco suddenly runs over to me, trying to check the wound on my neck. I had completely forgotten it was there within the adrenaline.

"We need to get you inside the castle," he said. He pulled a long handkerchief out of his pocket and ties it around my neck to stop the bleeding. We run hand in hand inside where the battle continued. I was injured, but that didn't stop my fight.

"Well, well, well, you look just like your father don't you?" Bellatrix sneered as we ran into her. I let go of Draco's hand and raise my wand.

"How dare you speak of my father to me?" I snarl, wordlessly shooting spells at her. She deflected them all, but she lowered her wand when Draco stepped in front of me. Instead of doing anything, she Apparates, leaving us alone, "Huh, maybe she does have a heart."

"Unlikely," Draco mumbles. We stand back to back, fighting off other Death Eaters. It did feel quite nice, fighting with my love. Especially since we were fighting for the right cause.

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(A/N-I AM SO PUMPED

THIS IS ALL WORKING OUT SO GREAT IN MY HEAD

YOU MAY NOT THINK SO

BUT WHATEVER)