remember me [dramione] ✔️

Chapter 50 || Year 7

Hermione's POV-

He stood there, his blonde hair shining ever so slightly in the morning sun, making him look like an angel of sort, despite the blood and rubble surrounding every fighter, and those who were surrounding him.

His back was turned, but by the drooping of his shoulders and the careless stance, I could tell that he didn't want to leave my side, but went with the instincts his seventeen year old self emitted. But despite the truth, I couldn't help but sob against Ron, clutching onto the Weasley with my weak hands, scared that if I let go, so will every shred of sanity.

Draco continued to walk until he was less than a meter away from the man who ruined it all, and I could feel his broken aura radiating around the courtyard, but perhaps I was the only one who could actually feel it. A small hiccup escaped my lips as more tears rolled down my cheeks, no matter how much I tried to keep them at bay.

My eyes remained on Draco's back, looking at his torn suit, slightly charred hair and the dirt on the back of his neck. But I also caught sight of the small twitch of his hand on the wand he had taken possession of, the movement so minor that I was the only one who caught it, meaning I was the only one who knew what he was thinking.

I couldn't help but gasp as the realisation of his intentions hit me, making me widen my eyes recoil back slightly. He was going to try and take down Voldemort, or at least try to attack him, but any person knew that no one but Harry himself would be able to take on the vile man, and anyone who tried to intercept would be killed almost instantly.

I knew I had to do something, and quick for that matter, but the only option was to either curse him or enter his mind and tell him to don't do anything stupid, although both plan may have serious consequences. If I cursed or Imperiused him, Voldemort would most likely suspect one of us, and kill whoever he deemed guilty. But with Legilimency, I knew there would be the chance that I wouldn't be able to get through his walls to reach him.

I took out my wand, watching him in what seemed like slow motion, continuously asking myself if to curse him or enter his mind would be more useful to save him.

I went with the latter.

It was a rash decision, but I looked at the back of him, closing my eyes slowly as I attempted to break through his walls as quick as possible before he realised that his mind was being invaded. I found a gap, and took that as the opportunity right as he worked out what was happening and attempted to close it off.

"Draco."

I saw him freeze on the spot, and he was almost about to turn around when I spoke to him again, my voice visible penetrating through his ears only.

"Don't. Whatever you do, don't do anything but walk over to him and accept him."

He made a move to walk forward, but faltered slightly, obviously in question of whether or not he should listen to me.

"Please, Draco. Please."

His shoulder rose up then down in what may have been a sigh, before he dragged his feet forward, finally walking up to the malicious man.

"Well done, Draco," He drawled, pulling the blonde into his boney arms, giving a hug filled with evil intentions to the broken teenager.

I felt my world shatter as I took in everything that was happening, and what it truely meant. Harry was dead, Draco was gone, and the world we live in was going to be overrun by Voldemort and his followers.

Overall, our life would never be the same again.

And I missed them all - I missed both Harry and Draco, and also Fred, and I knew I wouldn't be getting any of them back. I looked over at Ron, who's eyes were lined with tears from the known defeat.

I sunk back into him, placing my head on his chest as I let out small frail sobs, feeling him shake in my arms as grief overcome the both of us. We blocked out Neville's courageous speech as we focused on most likely the last moment we would have together without being on the run in the verge of being killed.

I could feel Draco's eyes on my breaking form, but I refused to look at him, knowing if I were to do so, I wouldn't be able to look away.

"He'll always love you, just remember that," Ron whispered to me, his voice hoarse.

I knew that by saying that sentence, he had accepted the love between Draco and I, even if he didn't approve of the relationship. But I also knew it would have taken a lot out of him to realise that he had to move on, no longer being able to love me and get the same response in return.

"Thank you, Ron, thank you," I mumbled, sighing against his chest in defeat.

But the words hung in the air as the truth dawned upon me. There would probable never be Draco and I. Because I'll always be the Mudblood, and he'll always be the Death Eater, and those two statuses would never be one.

I finally brought my eyes up to his side, and sure enough, I found the grey orbs staring at me intently yet brokenly. I looked down at his hand, which was clamped tight with his mother's, holding on as if everything will fall to pieces if he let go.

And when I looked down at the hand that had somehow clamped with Ron's in the same manner, I couldn't help but think he was right.

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+ i don't normally do A/N's, but i feel like you all deserve one. i'm so sorry i've been updating at random times, and that the updates have been a few weeks apart, but i had been super busy with exams and assignments that i was struggling to find the time. but it's all finished now, and i'm finally free (until next year rolls around).

thank you for being so patient guys, and for sticking with me. and also, thank you for +14k! god it means so much to me.

i love you all!! xxx