Dramione One Shots

In the midst of a war

The battle was raging on all around me and at some point I started losing track of where I even was. There was rubble falling everywhere and it was getting hard to see except for the light from the tips of wands shooting out spells. I ducked into a hidden corridor, trying to catch my breath, I needed a break, my body was aching from the fighting and then I heard her voice. A voice that had become so familiar to me now, a voice I hadn't heard since my aunt was carving words into her arm. I had been helpless and now she was here and she was alive and I sighed in relief.

I had to see her, to see with my own eyes that she was okay. I had to tell her I was sorry, that I wish I could have stopped it. That I wished I could have made all the pain go away and then she screamed, not the same way as before, but it was a scream of distress none the less.

I ran back out, towards her voice and there she was, fighting a death eater. They were alone in the corridor. I couldn't tell who he was from here, he was wearing his hood. I sprinted towards them, the only thing on my mind was getting to her. I waved my wand and yelled out a spell, I didn't even know which one I just know that he ended up knocked out on the floor and that's all that mattered to me.

"Hermione," I called out to her I was breathing heavily, and I took a tentative step towards her.

I didn't know if she still felt the same way about me. If she hated me after what happened. She looked at me for a second before she flung herself towards me and I felt her crash into me. I held her there in my arms, I couldn't move. She was here, with me, in my arms and she was alive!

"Draco," she whispered.

"I'm so sorry, Hermione, I'm so, so sorry," I told her, looking into her eyes willing her to really hear me.

"I know. It's not on you, okay?"

"I just, I should have done something. It almost killed me seeing her do that to you and to just sit there and watch... I..."

She lifted her hand to my face and stroked my cheek.

"It's not on you. You are not to blame. If you'd have interfered, you would've been killed. If I knew you had died because of me... I couldn't bare it."

There was a loud bang behind us and voices coming closer. We wouldn't be alone for much longer.
Soon we were surrounded by people fighting each other and we stood our ground together, I had made my choice, I was on her side, nothing else mattered to me. I was fighting those who were supposed to be my own, but that hadn't been for years. Not since her.

We were winning, all around us death eaters were falling and we were left standing. There were some confused faces when I looked around as they saw me fight with them. When it was safe I grabbed Hermione's hand and I pulled her with me into that same hidden corridor leaving the others behind to think whatever they pleased.

I could not wait any longer, I pushed her up against the wall. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her neck and then finally I pressed my lips against hers. It was like coming up for air, I felt whole again.
I knew the war was still raging on out there, but I needed this moment with her. I needed to be close to her, even if just for a little while.
I didn't know how things would go after this. We might not have survived, so I needed to kiss her, so that if this was hers or my last night, this would be our last memory of each other and not that night at the manor.

"I love you," I breathed the words against her lips.

"I love you too."

And then we stepped out into the war, into the unknown and I just hoped this wasn't the last time that I'd gotten to kiss her or hold her in my arms.