MultiFandom Fan Fiction

Final Battle (Drarry)

Draco's POV

"Harry Potter is dead! Eh eh eh!" Voldemort exclaimed as Hagrid returned holding a limp body.

Everything went silent to me. All I could do was stand there while everyone looked at the Dark Lord in shock. Weaslette was screaming and Weasley and Granger we in tears. We'd all grown quite fond of each other once Harry and I started dating. They were the only ones who knew about our relationship, or that either one of us were gay.

I zoned back in when I heard my father yelling my name across from all the ruble.

"Draco. Draco! Come here," he exclaimed, "Come join us!" I really didn't want to. They helped in the death of my boyfriend.

I just stood there as everyone stared at me. I looked to Weasley and Granger, and they looked at me with sad, yet pleading, eyes.

"No," I responded, "You killed him. You killed my boyfriend." At this point, tears were streaming down my face.

My father looked furious. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, get your ass over here!"

"No! You killed Harry and I will not join you!"

Just then, the body in Hagrid's arms started to move slightly. I turned all of my attention towards it and then it happened. Harry jumped out of Hagrid's arms and ran in between the students and the death eaters.

"Potter!" I yelled as I threw my wand to Harry. He caught it and immediately started firing spells at Voldemort.

Soon, students and death eaters were battling again. This time, my father ran straight toward me, firing every spell he could think of. We fought for what felt like hours until he fired the worst spell he could have.

"Avada Kedavra!" He yelled. And in the blink of an eye, I saw a flash of green. Then nothing.

Harry's POV

With one final spell, after hours of fighting, Voldemort finally fell dead. I laid there, exhausted. Eventually I got up and found everyone in what was left of the Great Hall.

Just after I walked in, Hermione and Ron did too, holding hands and smiling.

"Harry!" They both yelled whilst running to me and hugging me, "Thank god you're alright."

"I'm glad you are too." I said. I then realized the Draco wasn't in the Great Hall. "Do you know where Malfoy is?"

They shared a look of sadness. "He-. Well-. It's better you go see for yourself. Outside by the stairs."

I quickly ran off to find him, hoping he wasn't, well, dead.

Once I finally made it to the stairs, I saw him. Lying there, lifeless. I sat next to him crying. His eyes were closed and his skin was paler than usual.

"Draco. Draco, please. You can't be dead. I need you." I was cradling his dead body, wishing it wasn't him.

"You're-" a raspy voice spoke out. "You're pathetic, Potter." It was Draco! He's alive!

"Malfoy? But you were dead. You were avada kedavrad."

"My father missed. It only knocked me out."

"Huh. Scare me like that again and I'll be the one to kill you."