Harry fell to his knees. He had won. Voldemort's lifeless body lay on the ground, mangled and bloody. Harry hadn't escaped without his fair share of injuries. He was exhausted and in a huge amount of pain. But, he needed to inform everyone of his success. He took in a sharp breath and stood up, groaning at the pain that bloomed inside of him.
Harry sluggishly walked out of the room, entering the one where Draco lay, fast asleep. Harry had forgotten about the chained-up Slytherin during his fight. When he was close enough to him, he lowering himself down close to the unconscious form, pulling his wand out to remove the enchanted cuffs. Once they had been removed, he placed a gentle hand on his former-enemies shoulder. "Malfoy. You need to wake up. If you're gonna fight me, then you should do it now. If not, I've set you free."
Draco stirred slightly, but jerked up when he saw Harry leaning over him. He, out of habit, kept his hands behind his back. But, once Harry's words sunk in and were processed, he separated them. He shakily stretched and stood up. Rubbing his bloody, infected wrists, he looked at the injured Chosen One in front of him. New tears sprang to his eyes, before he could tell his mind not to show emotion in front of the enemy. He was weak. "Thank you, Potter. I owe you so much." Draco hesitantly wrapped his arms around the bruised brunette. "Did you k-kill him?" He pulled apart and studied his eyes, noticing the beautiful emerald color.
Harry nodded, taken aback by the actions of the other. "I killed him. I understand if you're angry, but I am not in the mood to fight with you, Draco." He stared directly in the blonde's silver eyes, trying to find the anger and hatred that he expected. He didn't find it.
"Why would I be angry? I owe you my life." Harry was confused, but was too tired to continue the conversation. "Wait here, Malfoy. I'll be back to help...if you need it."
With that, Harry went to inform the others of the death of Voldemort. They would want to celebrate and revel in their hero's success, but all Harry wanted right now was to sleep.
A/N: I know it's getting a bit weird, the way I'm writing it. But, after the next chapter, or so, it'll start being in Harry's or Draco's POV and interchange. The Drarry shall happen, but not quite yet. Is it weird to have updated this much in one day? Nah, I think it's fine... LOVE YOU, MY FLUFFIES! <3
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In Chains (Drarry)
FanficDraco adjusted himself again, for the twelfth time in five minutes. The sharp pain that shot up his arm made him wince, but he was pretty used to it. He heaved a great sigh, hearing Voldemort shouting to his followers in the next room. The voice mad...
