scars {dramione one-shots}

room of requirement {dhp2}

{draco's pov}

These are the last people I want to see. The Golden Trio stand before me, wands at the ready for attack. I ready myself for a small battle between the six of us; Crabbe and Goyle on my side, Granger and Weasel on Potter's. My mouth opens to shout a charm but Granger... that damn Granger... disarms me before I can do anything. Clever and cunning, I underestimate her time and time again.

The three of us scatter, our shoes squeaking on the floorboards of the Room of Requirement. I hear Goyle shout avada kedavra, but his aim is completely off as per usual. Hundreds of mysterious and rare objects create a path, weaving us deeper and deeper into the never ending room. Eventually, we come to a halt, catching our breaths and wiping the sweat from our brows.

{hermione's pov}

Honestly, what idiots! Malfoy could easily get lost or whisked away by one of these objects in here. Why do you care? a voice says in the back of my mind. I shake the thought from my head.

Suddenly I hear a roar from behind me. Ron storms past, wand raised high in the air. Before I can tell him to stop parading around like a lion, he runs off, shouting, "That's my girlfriend you-". I smile a little, even though he is being a bit stupid and a tiny bit overprotective; I can handle myself.
Beside me, Harry starts climbing the mountain of disused objects. "Harry! What are you doing?" I shout as ancient books and broken pieces of furniture fly out of the pile. However, I get no answer, so I clamber up on the once expensive-looking sofa and try to work my way up the mountain.

Cornish pixies dash out at different angles, causing ancient dust to rain down on me. I can hear Harry rummaging through the stuff violently, and it takes all my speed to catch up with him! Once there, we rip out different objects until we find what we are looking for.

Rowena Ravenclaw's Lost Diadem

We both stare at the shimmering, bejeweled diadem. It is so shiny, it looks like it has just been made, not as if it had been stuck in this forgotten place. Turning it this way and that, the light reflected off it in different angles. It was absolutely beautiful. After being lost in complete wonder, we make our way back down the pile, jumping slightly over the final few objects.

A faint noise can be heard coming from the end of the chamber. My eyebrows knit together in slight confusion. Ever so slowly, the 'noise' becomes louder and louder, until it is a yell. Peering round the corner, I see a golden glow, like sunlight or... fire.

The yelling continues but then a slightly panicked Ron comes hurtling around the corner. His mouth is wide open and his eyes are watery and filled with fear.

"Goyle set the bloody place on fire!!"

I don't need to be told to run.

{draco's pov}

I watch contently as Goyle's flame serpent slithers through the piles of books and whatever other things in here. The orange flames lap around the bottoms of many piles of mysterious things, following the Golden Trio with every step they take. I hear it's hissing and feel the heat flowing from it, and imagine the looks on their faces. Bet they wouldn't think Goyle could do that! Although, a secret part of me hopes they get out in times - especially Hermione.

Despite being on the other side of the Room of Requirement, I can hear the explosions and mayhem this flame snake is causing. The crash of furniture piles surprises me; I didn't think it was that powerful. Why had it not died out by now? Goyle begins fumbling with his wand, which is now blowing out wisps of flame. That's when I realise he no longer has control over the fire beast. The slithering snake becomes a cross between bird and dragon, the flames bigger and the hissing louder.

I stumble into the back of a table as the three of us are forced backwards. Goyle has completely lost control of his flame creature, and horror shows itself on my face as the creature whips its hideous head towards us. I turn around and attempt to climb the nearest pile to me. It is either that or be succumbed by the flames.

I don't care that my arms ache, or that my robes are probably ruined and shredded, I just need to get to the top of this heap.

{hermione's pov}

We all stagger back as the flame creatures surround us. We are completely enclosed, with only about a meter of space each way. The creature in front lunges at us, but Harry sends a wall of water to greet it. Luckily, it fizzes away but it started to regrow as quickly as it had died. An exasperated hmmf sounds behind me, and I see Ron fall into a group of broomsticks. BROOMSTICKS. We all seem to have the same idea as we scramble for one, not that it matters as they were all the same anyway. We rise to the ceiling as the flames engulf the place where we were just standing.

Flying through the flames and rubbish, there is no sign of Draco and the others. I hope he got out okay. What the hell Hermione? I convinced myself I was just worried because of the fire.

Hearing a terrified scream, I turn to see a tall, brute figure fall through the air. "Is that-- OH MY GOD THAT'S GOYLE!" I shout as Ron and Harry peer at the figure falling into the fiery hell. Panic started to flood through me. If we didn't get out of here soon, we would all end up like Goyle. Squinting my eyes, I see Draco still climbing for his life, not daring to look down, except to see his friend fall to his death.
"We have to help them!" I say to Harry and Ron. Both gave unwilling grunts, but both manage to compose themselves to save the remaining students.

{draco's pov}

After seeing Goyle go, I know it is only a matter of time before the flames succumb us all. The flames lick the areas around my feet, so I climb faster. However, I run out of places to climb as we reach the top of the heap. This is it. I wish I never took this stupid choice.

I hang on for dear life, fingers starting to strain and sweat dripping off my forehead. I feel my fingernails dig into whatever I am holding on to, and my feet dangle lifelessly below me. Just as I think it is the end, Hermione, Potter and Weasel fly overhead. They came back? With the last of my strength, I reach up and grab a soft, gentle hand. Hauled up by the back of my smoke-stained jacket, I sit on the back of an uncomfortable broom and behind a mound of bushy ringlets.

"Your welcome," Hermione Granger says, as we speed out of the Room of Requirement with barely a second to spare.
The faces of Voldemort have appeared, but their angry shouts are drowned by the slamming of two heavy doors. Granger lands the broom gracefully, and motions for me to dismount. I obey and get off the broom. I had made it out. Hermione... Hermione had come back for me. Without thinking, I hug her. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Weasel stiffen and take a deep breath. Ha, sucker.
Now I am not the hugging type, so I was surprised when Hermione tapped my back in answer. I pull away shortly after, and mutter "Thank you."

"No worries," Hermione says with a small smile. I turn and walk away, a couple of burns starting to throb and boil. Before reaching the end of the corridor, I look back at Hermione.

Ron already has his arm around her.

A/N sorry this one is quite long! hope you enjoyed it :)