To Destroy » Dramione

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Draco Malfoy sat in his room. There were thoughts swirling around in his brain, while he gripped tightly onto the Elder Wand. Granger had come back to help him. She had come back despite the threats, the moments of wands being pointed at her throat, the lies, the fact he basically destroyed her reputation — he had done all of that plus more, yet she still came back. Did a promise to his mother really mean that much to her?

"Bloody hell," Draco sighed, as he ran a single hand over his face. He was angry at Granger for trying so hard. If he were her, he wouldn't have agreed to help some pitiful boy. After all, Narcissa had no right to ask Granger for any kind of help after everything that had happened. Draco knew he was a walking nightmare for Granger, reminding her of the war plus more. For the war wasn't the only place Draco gave her scars. There were plenty of times throughout the Hogwarts days when his words dug deeply into her skin. Those were the simpler times, however, even though when Draco was a boy he still knew his father was a Death Eater. The plan — even back then — was always to help Voldemort come into power. Still, there weren't as many scars in boyhood as there were in manhood.

Closing his eyes, his free hand found its way onto his forearm as he gripped the mark that had left its ink permanently etched onto his skin. Despite always feeling painful memories at the simple touch of the scar, Draco couldn't help but almost feel Voldemort this time as if he were still here. It was impossible, for the Dark Lord was gone for good, but it was a power he had never felt before.

I was chosen, he thought to himself. I was chosen. I'm going to do it this time. No more weakness.

"Potter," he whispered under his breath before opening his eyes. "I'm coming for you."

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Hermione stared at her wall, trying to think of what she could possibly do. She had already tried reasoning with Draco, and since that didn't work, what was she to do now?

Harry.

A war was something Hermione did not want, but she also couldn't sit on the sidelines and watch her best friend get murdered, for that would cause a war too. Any option she had resulted in Azkaban or death. There was no in-between it seemed.

"How did I end up in the middle of this?" She sighed, as she gently rubbed her temple. After all, she was tired of feeling hurt, broken, and taking steps backward instead of forward. She was finally becoming okay, and Narcissa had the audacity to ask for help and ruin everything. Being okay was better than constantly feeling as if there was nothing left, and as of right now, Hermione felt as if there was nothing left. No hope, no joy, no future, for who wants a future with a cheater? Skeeter's lies were printed all over the Daily Prophet, and with her and Malfoy drinking together, Malfoy confirming the lies, and all the evidence that points to it being true, Hermione knew she was helpless. Her reputation was officially ruined, and if her own boyfriend wouldn't listen to her, who was to say her best friend would? However, Harry Potter wasn't anything like Ronald Weasley, and that thought alone gave her a glimmer of light.

"Please," she muttered under her breath. "Believe me, Harry."

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Draco made his way through Diagon Alley, taking long prideful strides. His back was straight, his eye contact never faltered, and he looked as if he were a wizard on the search for something. He was, in fact, on the search for something, or someone.

It was time he found Potter, settling this once and for all. He may have been weak when it came to Granger, but that was only because. . .