Everlasting 2 (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Yes, Ma'am

I believe that in an ideal life, one wouldn't have been placed in a situation where they would live on to fear swords. Swords had always been a source of fascination for many. It is, realistically, not often that someone develops a fear of swords in the modern day. 

Slash!

Bellatrix's cry infiltrated the entire room as, weakly, she gagged, scarcely holding herself up. Your own breath was unstable, your heart pounding within your ears, as you slowly pulled the sword back, scraping her from the inside and pulling it out of her. The sword dripped in blood, dripping at your side as you stared at its glisten. You could no longer hear her yells and cries, for your heart was now within your ears. 

You could have sword that your heart was, in fact, pouring out of your ears. Or perhaps it was blood. Your cheeks were blazing with heat as you lowered the sword, gripping it tightly, left with the blood on your dominant hand that had dripped down from the sword. Beside you remained a pool of blood that was formed by the sword, and finally, Bellatrix's unconscious body. You'd slashed straight through her abdomen; there was no way she could have survived that. Surely. 

You breathed, relaxing, realising that the worst part was over. Hermione's screams had ceased, and she was panting heavily, staring at you wide-eyed. Your eyes met Hermione's as she lay on the ground. However, soon, her eyes drifted past yours, behind you, and panic filled her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something but could not force a sound out, simply lifting up her hand in a panic and pointing behind you. 

You gritted your teeth, tightening your grip around the sword. It somehow came so naturally to you. 

You swung your sword around in one swift movement, lunging yourself at the Death Eater. Mid-flight, you caught sight of Rowhound's eyes as his wand remained lifted, but you were already too far within for him to sufficiently react. You'd slashed your sword straight through him, landing on one knee with your head down, simply holding him up with the sword in his chest. 

He groaned for some moments, wiggling, crying, until he released his final breath and his wand dropped down beside him. With one smooth move, you pulled the sword out. His body immediately dropped down, hitting the ground, allowing his own blood to curdle around him. 

"You ... you ... you just - "

"I know," you nodded, turning to Hermione with your eyes blazing. 

"Are they ... are they dead?"

"I hope so."

"You just ... "

"I killed them, yes." You nodded. "With a sword."

"A sword ... The Sword of ... "

"Yes. The sword." 

"And how did you get out!?"

"I'll explain later. We have to find your wands, so that you can help me fight, and then we have to get out of here. Greyback took my wand ... I wonder if he still has it."

"I'll help you search."

"No." You snapped. "Into the cellar."

"What? Are you - "

"Yes, I'm stupid. Just listen to me. Please. I don't care if I'm reckless, or stupid, or ridiculous, or crazy, or insane. Just get into the cellar." 

She would have refused, but when she caught sight of the determination within your eyes, she could not open her mouth and actively oppose you. The natural fire within your eyes burned; the natural eyes of a leader and a fighter. Your hand remained stained in blood, and, to your dismay, so were your clothes now. It gave you a warrior-like look, which you wouldn't have minded, had it not been your favourite jacket.