Semper In Pectore Meo - Drarry (Sequel to "Small Accidents, New Beginnings")

Chapter XVI - Torn

Harry's POV

My whole body shook as the Snatchers took Hermione, Ron and I into the one place I hoped to avoid until the war ended, the Malfoy Manor.

I only hoped the spell Hermione put on me would prevent the Death Eaters from identifying who I was, because I know if they did, chances of survival were almost non existent.

But the only thought in my head as we were taken into a large room, was how much I hoped Draco wasn't there, I didn't know if I could take seeing his face after all this time.

What does he look like? I bet he looks gorgeous, like always, there was no way I'd ever be able to look at him and see anything but pure and utter beauty, that was just the way he was.

I looked around trying to identify some of the Death Eaters, and among them, I could clearly see Bellatrix, Fenrir Greyback, Peter Pettigrew, and Lucius Malfoy.

Lucius looked down at us, before whispering something I didn't catch to Bellatrix, and leaving the room, and I shared a look with Hermione.

It was then that I saw him, entering the room after his father, his head held high, despite the fear I could clearly see in his eyes. He froze as he saw me, I know he could tell it was me.

Inside I felt a mix of feelings, I didn't know if I wanted to punch him, hex him, or slam him into a wall and kiss him, but I couldn't do any of that as I was roughly brought into my knees while the Death Eaters stared at me.

"Go closer, Draco. Is it Harry Potter?" Lucius asked. "You're the only one who'll be able to tell it for sure, after all, you got quite... close to him." He said with disgust, and my heart sank.

So it was a plan... Why did I let myself hope? I knew I shouldn't have...

Next thing I knew, Draco was kneeling in front of me, looking into my eyes, and my heart beat rapidly into my chest. He fiddled with the bracelet as he looked behind him.

"What's wrong with his face?" He asked, his voice surprisingly steady.

I didn't hear whatever they told him in response, all I could focus on was that he was here, in front of me, alive.

Draco looked back at me, and studied my face slowly.

"Well, Draco?" Lucius asked impatiently. "Is it? Is it Harry Potter?"

Draco looked at me one more time, bringing his hand up to touch my cheek, me I winced at the gesture.

"I can't... I can't be sure..." Said Draco, and I looked at him incredulously.

He discreetly tapped the bracelet, still looking into my eyes, before I heard Bellatrix shouting, and soon she started attacking other Death Eaters, and Peter Pettigrew took Ron and I into the cellars on a lower floor, and I worried about Hermione's safety.

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Draco's POV

My heart raced as I kneeled in front of Harry, even with his face swollen and messed up, he looked breathtaking.

But most importantly, he was alive. For months I worried, cried at night, couldn't sleep, in fear my Harry was dead, but now I know he isn't, he's alive and he's here.

I couldn't give him away, that never even crossed my mind. I wouldn't fail him again, I made my choice, and I chose Harry, even if he doesn't choose me. But I'll fight beside him, I know that now, and I won't rest until we win this war.

I shared one look with Ron and Harry as they were taken away, and sighed as I ignored the bickering about how they had failed to please the Dark Lord yet again.

Hermione was taken to another room with Bellatrix, and I couldn't help but fear for her life, because the look in my aunt's eyes was way too familiar, it's the look she always has before she gets to kill or torture someone, a look of psychotic joy, like she'll get pleasure out of other's pain, and I honestly don't doubt that she does.

Soon, I heard Hermione's screams and cries, and I closed my eyes as I tried to shut the noise down, I was way too used to those sounds, but it was extra painful knowing it was someone I considered a close friend.

"Draco, did you hear a word we said?" Lucius asked, clearly sounding altered and angry, and I looked down as I shook my head.

"No, father..." I whispered, and he shook his head in disappointment.

Yet, before he could start talking again, Ron came running up the stairs, reaching for Hermione, and Harry followed right after. Next thing I knew, a duel had started, and I was forced to stay by my father's side, however, I kept sending weak spells to try to help them Harry and Ron.

Everyone stopped as Bellatrix grabbed Hermione and pressed a sharp dagger to her neck.

"Drop your wands!" She shouted, and the fear in Harry's and Ron's eyes as they dropped them sent chills down my body.

Bellatrix ordered me to go get the wands, and I rushed to do so, grateful if was me who took them and not anyone else, and I could see the torn feeling in Harry's eyes, he wanted to believe I was on his side, but he couldn't, he didn't trust me, and I didn't blame him.

The stinging hex lost effect, and Harry's beautiful face started to become clear again, and I flinched as I heard my aunt asking us to call Voldemort. I locked eyes with Harry as I stayed still, and my father rolled his sleeve up beside me to summon the Dark Lord, but before he could do anything, there was a loud squeaking sound, and suddenly, the huge chandelier was falling right where Bellatrix was holding Hermione, and she had no choice but to let her go.

I ran next to a small couch, holding the wands in my hands, and Harry came running to me, wanting to retrieve his wand, and I faked putting up a fight before letting him take mine, and just before he left, I mouthed 'I love you', and I could see his eyes shift for a few moments into a hopeful daze, but he quickly shook it off as he ran, sending a hex towards my father before going to stand next to Dobby, Hermione, Ron, and the goblin we were holding captive.

I looked at him as they held each other close, and as Dobby started to apparate away, I looked back to my father, and he gave me a stern look, before I started running, jumping into Harry's arms just one second before they apparated away, and I didn't know where I was heading, but if Harry's expression as he held me in his arms and as my father shouted from behind me said anything, I knew I had made the right choice.