This wasn't what he had wanted. This wasn't what he had planned. With a pang of shame that contracted his insides, he realized that Dumbledore had been right; his heart hadn't been in it. Destruction and bloodshed were unavoidable now. He was the one that made it possible. If only he had taken more precautions, thought more into what he would unleash...
Horror widened his eyes, mirroring the scene on his grey orbs. Smoke and rubble coated the walls and floor. Screams and footsteps reverberated through the halls of the ancient castle. People he knew fought fiercely while he was being pulled away and escorted out of the mess he had created.
Suddenly, two figures joined the horror, rushing down the stairs. He saw them, fear struck him like lightning. He looked at the faces around him, heartbeat quickening, hoping that they hadn't seen her. Fortunately, he seemed to be the only one to have noticed them.
This new fear bestowed determination; confusion banished replacing in its stead a new goal. There was one thing he had to do, only one thing he cared for that moment: To drag danger away with him, to leave the cursed place before something happened to her.
Severus Snape, feeling Draco's fear, tightened his grip on his arm and lead the way. Draco Malfoy gave one last glance behind and watched as Hermione descended the stairs...
He remembered. That was the night he could no longer lie to himself.
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One Chance to Choose
FanfictionDraco Malfoy, one of the few rich, purebloods left in the wizarding world could never love. How could he when his life was planned out for him, strictly organized by his father, and threatened by The Dark Lord? He could never admit to himself that h...
