Harry Potter Imagines

together or not at all - Draco Malfoy

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Summary; you won't let him go alone. you don't care what they think. you won't let him be alone.

Warnings; swearing, angst, reader is a hufflepuff bc i say so

Word Count; 743

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"Harry Potter is dead!" he yells.

Ginny screams, lurching forward as if she's drawn to him in that moment. Arthur barely catches up with her, pulling her back and away from the group.

You grip onto your wand tightly, eyes glued to Harry's body.

"This isn't happening." you whisper, lips trembling, "This is fake."

"Silence!" Voldemort yells, referring to Ginny, he's smug too, "Stupid girl. Harry Potter is dead. From this day forth, you put your faith--" he places a hand on his chest, "--in me."

He laughs, turning around to face his own army, arms outstretched, "Harry Potter is dead."

There's a chorus of teasing laughter, you grit your teeth, eyes watery.

He faces you all again, laughing himself, "And now is the time to declare yourself. Come forward and join us."

Your stomach churns. You can't fathom anyone on this side would actually go. Not with him, not for any reason.

"Or die." Voldemort says, like he knows what you're thinking.

There's a long moment of silence, of still air in which no one moves to let those words sink in around them. Go with him, be seen as a traitor or give up your life for a fight that's not even a guaranteed win.

Death seems to taste so sweet now.

"Draco." a voice urges.

Most turn to face him. You don't bother turning your body. He's right next to you, just as stiff as you are. And now that the spotlight is on him, you can imagine the pressure building, how uncomfortable he must be getting now.

On the other side of Voldemort, stands both of his parents, eager to take him in.

Lucius Malfoy takes a step forward, hand outstretched a moment in his conflicted son's way, "Draco."

"Don't."

You can hear the breathing that happens right before a sob come from him. You look over now, eyes on his face. His mouth is turned into a deep frown, there's tears in his own eyes.

You can feel it yourself as if you're in his shoes, the pressure to fulfil his parent's expectations. He's been called out by them, and there's nothing warmer than a parent's embrace.

"Draco." a female says, you assume it's his own mother.

"Look at me." you say, his eyes just barely move to land on your face, your words are quiet, "If you go, I'll go too."

"Come." his mother says.

His eyes move back over to her, still unsure.

"I have to." his words are barely audible.

You lean forward, taking the first step. He watches you with sad eyes, but catches sight of your hand by your side, open and waiting for his. It takes him a moment before he slips his hand into yours.

You watch the faces of your friends turn to horror. You had been so brave, so resilient to all of this, and there's absolutely no doubt they thought that you would be fighting by their side.

And here you are, hand in hand with the traitorous slytherin boy.

Lifting your chin, you force back the tears. They'll understand when all of this is over. You'll tell them that this boy needed someone. He couldn't do it alone, and you wouldn't let him either.

The path is clear as you lead him down. He isn't far behind, the more you move into the open, his steps seem more confident. In no time, he's right next to you, standing before Voldemort.

"Oh," he says, because it's certainly a pleasant surprise to see a hufflepuff girl purposely putting herself into all of this, "Well done, you two."

You look away as Voldemort brings Draco into a hug. Your eyes manage to catch Narcissa's--Draco's mother--and Lucius. There's a mix of confusion, anger and gratitude. Lucius is mad and confused, but Narcissa is no doubt grateful for a sacrifice like this from someone like you.

Draco leads you right to his parents, where she brings the two of you back, away from being so close to Voldemort. You feel so out of place here, and you grit your teeth harder now, afraid of crying. It's hard, seeing the faces of all your friends on the other side.

"Thank you." Narcissa's voice is a ghost, you don't bother to look at her.

Draco's squeezing your hand hard, you didn't even realize it. You swallow thickly, squeezing back with just as much force.

You won't let go. Not unless he lets go first.