After the War. (Harry Potter short stories)

Dramione

Heya, so this is another Dramione requested by ZodiacMalfoy , if any of you have any ideas for funny prompts, or short stories, PLEASE let me know and I will mention you in the story.

Draco's POV.

I had to look away, tears were steaming down my face, and I was covering my ears, trying to escape the world I was living in. Unfortunately, blocking out the bad thoughts and memories just doesn't work.

Hermione's Pov

I was ready. I would NOT let them pry it out of me. Never. I would stay with my head up high, never giving them the satisfaction of my giving in. Thoughts raced through my mind, right before Bellatrix Lestrange hit me with that curse.

Draco's Pov

The shrieks filled up the room, the echoes bouncing of the white walls. I stumbled, trying not to let my dad aunt, or anyone to see me cry. I failed. "Draco? Watcha cry'in for eh?"

Aunt Bella asked me.

"Are you upset that you don't get a turn? Here, YOU give it a try" she said, stalking over to me, smirking.

Hermione Pov

Pain shot through my body. I couldn't breath, the pain was suffocating me. I felt emotionless, I couldn't even cry.

I Just lay there.

An weak little Mudblood.

Lying there on the floor.

With no emotions.

Draco Pov.

I walked over to my aunt, trying to look confident. I pulled out my wand, and pointed it at Hermione. I looked back at Hermione, and raised it slightly. She gathered all her strength to look up. What a brave one.

"Stupefy!" I yelled, making her scream. Only it wasn't Hermione screaming, it was my Aunt. Bellatrix.

Hermione Pov

I was ready to feel the pain shoot through my body again. And I wasn't going to close my eyes.

I glared at Draco, almost daring him to hurt me. But then...

He suddenly swung around and hit his aunt.

He scrambled to the unconscious deatheater, and grabbed my wand. He tossed it to me, and healed me. Even though it was a tiny heal, I felt so much better.

He grabbed my hand and was about to run out with me, until we heard a screech.

Draco Pov

"Y-you... YOU BETRAYED US!!! YOU FOUL MUDBLOOD LOVER!!!"

I looked down. I was a bit guilty. But I think I made the right choice. I knew what was gonna happen next though. I didn't bother pull out my wand.

"AVADA-"

"NOOOO!" I heard a scream as a frizzy haired girl jumped over me.

She fell to the floor with a thud.

My aunt smirking.

I fell to the floor, the room spinning. I slowly turned Hermione over, to see her beautiful face one more.

"I'm so sorry" I whispered as I felt tears running down my face.

"So sorry..." I said, burying my face in her arm as I saw a green light come out of a crooked wand...

I'm SORRY NEXT ONE WILL B A HAPPY ONEEEEEE! Don't kill the crys.

I'm thinking another one about the marauders. What do you think?