Malfoys ~ A Dramione Fanfiction

Malfoys

"If you want to get out of here, now is the time. Come on Potter. For once trust me." His voice was commanding, authoritative.

"Go, both of you, I'll be right behind you." She said urgently. She knew that she was a liability, her injuries were too severe and Harry needed to go on. Voldemort was coming any minute and they weren't ready to face him just yet.

"Bull crap! We're not leaving without you 'Mione." The redhead nearly picked her up, but slipped on a pool of her blood instead.

"I've got her Weasley. Just go. We both will meet you just inside the gates. You'll need me to get your sorry butts out." The blonde easily lifted her up in his arms, looking down at her like a child. Unlike the other two men of the group, he wasn't starved for days and had all his strength. Neither of the two knew he also was running on pure adrenaline. He had to make sure the witch was safe too.

The foursome fled the dark, dank dungeons and made their way upstairs to the ground level. "Draco..." she said softly.

"No 'Mione. Don't worry. I have you."

"They'll kill you." Her eyes pleading. He had to though. He had to get her away. She was a very close #2 on the Death Eaters hit list, only behind her bespeckled companion Harry Potter.

"No they won't. I'll be fine. I'm more concerned about you." The tone in his voice was comforting to the young witch. She was fading and he needed to keep her calm but get her out. She couldn't be worrying about him in this moment.

They burst through the doors into the early morning's first light. There was a thick layer of fog covering the frost tipped grass. He held the witch closer to his body to keep her warm, regretting not bringing a blanket for her. But he was able to get the necessities: their wands and her beaded bag. He knew her, and just by that knowledge, he knew that bag held more than anyone was saying.

"Take my hands. It's the only way through the gates. Only family can come in and out this freely." The two others grabbed a hand, looking at the girl in his arms with dire concern. Once they crossed the threshold, the momentous metallic entrance to his home, they both disapperated. "Come on. Are you strong enough?" She nodded. "You need to get out of here. Go far away. Somewhere he won't find you. You're a Muggle, become one again. Please. I can't see you get hurt." His steely grey eyes showed the pain that had wretched through his body while she was the one being tortured.

"Why are you doing this?" Her eyes fading quickly.

"You deserve it. You're better than this. Please go. I can't"

"You are right Draco," another voice slithered through the fog. "You can't, but I most certainly can." The evil hissing that was emitted woke both him and the witch and somehow they both found new strength. "Avada"

He jumped between the snake-like wizard and the petite witch. He didn't need to go on. She did. Potter did. He was just a side player. She apparated, not knowing that she had taken him with her.

They opened their eyes, finding themselves in a different part of the country - in a city scene. A row of houses stood before him, a park before her.

"Shit! You can't be here," she mumbled to herself taking in her surroundings. "Do you trust me?" She asked her partner as she held out her hand.

"Yes," he said with a self assuredness that spoke volumes to them both.

The two disappeared from the street, no one the wiser that they were there. Except for the redheaded man that was watching from the third floor window who saw it all.

They reappeared in an empty, dust covered living room. He had never seen a home like this. Twin pale blue striped slipcovered couches flanked each side of the fireplace with white a display coffee table in between. Filled bookshelves lined nearly every wall. The witch was running between the rooms, apparently knowing what she was doing and where she was going.