scars {dramione one-shots}

one {malfoy manor, dhp1}

{draco's pov}

I couldn't take it any more. The sound of her chilling screams floated into my ears and raged in my head. I had to stop it - before Bellatrix took it too far.

I walked back into the room where my father stood, unfazed by Hermione's screams. I kept walking forward before he could stop me. "Draco, what are y-?" I interrupted before he could finish.
"Bellatrix. Stop. Now." I growled. I was sick of being treated as some little boy. It's time for me to stand up for myself and to stop being the coward I am.
Bellatrix looks up from where she looms over Hermione, who turns her head to look at me. Her eyes are red and puffy, tears still rolling down her cheeks. Her hair sticks to her face and has completely fallen out of her ponytail.
"What did you say?" Bellatrix asks.
"I said stop," I repeat.
Bellatrix just looks at me blankly. She enjoyed every part of torturing Hermione, I could still see the fire in her eyes. Hermione looks at me and I look back. She looks so helpless, compared to the strong and smart Hermione I am used to seeing. And then I notice the red marks on her arm. However, it is not just a mark or a previous scab. Blood oozes from the words scratched into her skin.

Mudblood.

I stare in horror. For all the times I called Hermione a mud... that word, I never meant it seriously. It was just another thing I picked up from my Father, and therefore used it. But this - this was taking it to a whole new level.

Bellatrix catches my stare. "Something wrong? This is what she is, Draco. Don't you realise that?"

"Just because someone isn't Pure-Blood, doesn't mean we brand them with a disgusting name," I say, lifting my head. Bellatrix stands and slowly walks to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Hermione take deep breaths, and her eyebrows cross in silent question. "What are you doing?" she asks silently before Hermione's eyes flutter close.

{hermione's pov}

I wake to a stinging pain in my arm. Etched into it are the words 'Mudblood'. I know enough about wounds to know that this will scar. I can hear muffled voices above me, and see Draco's face paling as Bellatrix starts to circle him, like a cheetah stalking its prey. I can barely hear her as she whispers: "Oh, dear Draco, please tell me you haven't come to have feelings for that filth." His face stays blank, but something flickers in his eyes - fear.
The locked, iron door that Harry and Ron were taken into is surprisingly, now open. They emerge from a dark room and climb up the last few stairs. How did they get out? I shift my eyesight back to Draco and Bellatrix. He says nothing in answer to Bellatrix's question, just looks straight at me.
And I know then that he is sorry for everything he has ever done to me. All those times he called me a Mudbood, or mocked me in class. Knowing she will not get an answer, the Death Eater starts walking back towards me. She kicks my leg, and I struggle to hold in my grunt. Draco holds my stare and tears start to fill my eyes. Bellatrix lifts her wand to... finish me off I guess. I keep looking at the blonde boy who was so misunderstood. Bellatrix's mouth opens to begin the killing curse...

"EXPELLIARMUS!" shouts a voice from across the room. Bellatrix's wand flies out of her hand, and she turns to the voice. Ron. Of course it's Ron. Then, everything starts to happen, so, so fast.

{draco's pov}

I watch as Hermione's eyes flutter shut again. Bellatrix is disarmed, my Father stunned. My Mother throws curses Harry's way, and Ron soon joins in. Meanwhile, I run over to Hermione and kneel next to her. "Draco! You're choosing the wrong side!" Bellatrix screams. She runs towards me and pulls Hermione up by her hair, wrenching her head back and putting a shard of glass to her bare neck. The curses stop flying as everyone turns towards her. "Oh, would you look at that. Harry Potter and his friend Weasley, come to save the day. Call him," she demands. Now everyone turns to look at me.

"Call him!" I shake my head. My Father gives me a disgusted look, and pulls up his own sleeve. His finger looms above the Dark Mark and-
CRASH!
The chandelier falls from the ceiling, smashing into a thousand pieces. After it I see Dobby, running across the carnage. I smile to myself as I remember that he is now free, and away from harm.

Hermione runs to me, and I encourage her to keep running. However, Weasley steps in and takes her for himself. He pulls her over to the group in front of the wall. She looks at me over his shoulder. She mouths something; I forgive you, before Bellatrix throws a dagger towards the group and they dissaparate.

A/N thanks for reading! please leave any constructive comments so that I can improve for next time :)