What You Mean • Drarry (COMPLETED)

C1- We Won

We Won

This part is dedicated to Uraverageshipper666 I'm too lazy to get out my laptop to set the dedication thingy lol

Third Person POV

All attention was on Draco as his father hissed for him to come forward. Neville just spoke for Harry, and now it was Draco's turn.

He sucked in a breath and stared at Harry's limp form in Hagrid's arms. Draco loves that boy so much, but no one knows that.

He could feel Harry's magic humming inside of him. He met the eyes of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Remus stared at him with a hopeful expression and so did Sirius. Sirius held Remus' hand tightly in his own. He had tears streaming down his face from the news of his godson's death.

Harry's Magic. Harry's protection. Harry's still alive, he casted a protection over all of us by sacrificing himself.

Draco smiled. Oh Harry, always the hero. He stared from the stressed expressions of the students who only faught to buy Harry time and rested on Voldemort's, staring him dead in the eyes. Harry's magic became stronger.

"No," he said loud and clear. Growls of anger escaped his father and the remaining death eaters. His mother smiled at him and offered an almost discreet nod. 

Ron and Hermione seemed shocked but Hermione seemed proud. Draco casted his eyes to the pair of them and motioned to Harry. Hermione smiled, she obviously understood what he was trying to say.

The wicked grin fell from Voldemort's face. "I refuse to join your fucked up army," he declared, "and you will lose. No matter how strong or weak, love will overpower you in every way."

Harry suddenly forced himself out of Hagrid's arms and shouted spells at Nagini. Gasps of delight came from the students and Voldemort watched in furry. Draco smirked. That's what you get you noseless bastard.

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Harry took in deep breaths as the hall stayed quiet. Just a second ago, Voldemort was defeated.

Harry slowly walked towards the man's corpse on the floor and kneeled down next to it. He checked his pulse and let out a sigh of relief when he was definitely dead.

Hermione and Ron walked to the center of the room as Harry stood up.

"Is he dead?" Hermione asked hopefully. Harry nodded and pulled her into a tight hug then did the same with Ron.

Eventually, the hall slowly started to take in the information. They left Harry alone for the time being and decided to check on their own families.

Draco watched from where he was sitting with his mother. Remus and Sirius, still hand in hand, walked to the golden trio.

Harry pulled away from Ron and tightly hugged Sirius. "James would be proud, Harry," Sirius murmured softly, "so proud."

Harry smiled weakly and hugged Remus as well. He saw Tonks' body lying on a stretcher with her mother kneeled down next to her. Harry bit his lip as he scanned the hall. Lucius Malfoy dead, Lavender Brown dead, T-

He was cut from his thoughts when his emerald green eyes met a pair of sad but still sparking silver. Harry offered him a smile and Draco smiled apologetically back. Harry shrugged, as a way to say, we all make mistakes. You're safe.

Hermione stood next to Harry and nudged his shoulder slightly with her own. "Draco really came through, didn't he?" She questioned.

Harry continued to look into the pale boy's eyes with a certain, and new, feeling swirling in his stomach. "Yeah, he definitely did."

Draco escaped from his mother's hold and made his way over to the five of them. His body was covered in a layer of dirt and his disheveled blond hair tickled his nose. And before Draco could talk himself out of it, he threw himself in Harry's open arms. Harry stumbled back slightly at the force of the hug but hugged back tightly nonetheless.

"Imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry," Draco said repeatedly.  He kept his face burried in the crook of the brunet's neck while tears streamed down his dirt stained face.

Ron watched in slight shock but didn't question anything. Harry rubbed Draco's back with one hand and kept the other around his thin waist. He murmured comforting words softly to the boy in his arms. Harry's face was buried in his hair as he inhaled Draco's lingering scent. It wasn't strong, but still there.

Maybe things will be okay, Harry thought.

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Sorry for the short start, I just really wanted to keep the aftermath of the war alone in its own chapter. The other chapters will be a bit longer :)

~Sam