Dramione-A forbidden Love

Chapter 37

Draco's POV

"Draco. Draco! Come quickly! Now!" The voice of my aunt shouted through the house. I jumped down my bed and  hurried to the door and downstairs. Bellatrix was no woman to be waited. She stood at the door and looked at me. "What's up?" I asked. I really had no energy to talk to her or in fact anyone else. Despite my expectations the time at home was worth than at school. Bellatrix was much pressure l, she wanted me to behave like a 'real' death eater, more than my parents.
Right now bellatrix seemed really excited. "Come on, and hurry Draco." She took my hand and walked with me into the room. There I saw my parents, still thin and pale but also very excited, too. They both looked in one cirner of the room. I followed their looks. My heart stopped, only to work twice as fast as before. Hermione. Hermione was there, years over her face, but her face right up, not begging a second for mildness. A man was behind her, scabior, I thought. He hold her arms, so she couldn't ran away. All I wanted to do in this moment was to run towards her and hold her in my arms. It was so hard not to do this. I sighted and suddenly realised that she wasn't alone. Weasley was next to her and... potter? I wasn't sure, his face was highly jinxed.

Bariatric stepped next to me. "Draco" she whispered full of excitement. "Is it  him?"

Hermione's POV

Seven months. I hadn't seen Draco in seven months, and now he was standing there, in front of me. I was cathed by these stupid snipers. And I was afraid. I knew why we were here. Draco was here for one reason. To confirm that it was Harry.
"Is it him?" Bariatric whispered now louder. "Is it potter? Draco? Come on look closer!" And she shoved him towards us. I tried to stop crying. "Please, Draco. Don't betray us. Me." Was all I could think of.
With small, insecure steps Draco came towards us. Ton next to me tried to make a neutral face. Since he came back a few days ago out relationship was rather cold. I knew he was still againat any contact between me and Draco.
I looked at Draco. He looked at Harry. Because of my jinxes he couldn't be recognized at once but I had a feeling that Draco would recognize him. There was a long silence, the only noise were bellatrix and lucius, breathing loudly. I looked at Draco and for a moment he looked into my eyes. Brown against grey. It was like the world stood still. Like we were the only humans in earth. I love you. I tried to say with my eyes.
"Draco! Is it potter?" His father asked. I looked away. "Come on, imagine we are the ones finding him and giving him to the Dark Lord! It would be like in the past!"
I thought I saw fear in his grey eyes. Draco didnt want that! Now his mother said something. "Draco?" She said. "I.. I'm not sure." He finally answered. "It could be but I'm really not sure." He turned tonhis parents and aunt. They looked disappointed but bellatrix looked also angry. She pointed her wand at me. "But this is she, isn't she? The mudblood?" She said the word full of disgrace and arrogance. Draco nodded and looked at me. His eyes pled for an apologize. He recognized Harry but could deiny who I was.

"Everybody out of this room. Except..." bellatrix said with an evil smile. "Little miss Granger." My hearr stopped.

Draco's POV

I ran outside the room. My head was full of thoughts. I couldn't believe that I saw Hermione. And with her potter
I knew that it was him, and Hermione knew too that I knew. But I couldn't Harry him. The thought about a world in which voldemort was the winner was I too dark and too much horror.
I arrived in my room and the moment I entered I realised that this time it wasn't a comfortable place where I could escape the horror around me. I heard Hermione scream. Directly under my room. I turned at the moment and ran downstairs. At the door I stopped. My father looked at me. "Please, stop! I don't know anything!" Hermione cried. I couldn't move. Bellatrix was torturing Hermione. And I couldn't do anything, could I? "You filthy little mudblood! Crucio!" Bellatrix shouted. No she can't come through with that! I need to act, but should I really?