Draco Malfoy Imagines

It's Only a Matter of Time Pt. 2

Description:  This chapter was requested by cherylblossomed !  Thanks for your request!

House:  Slytherin

Blood Status: You Choose

A/n:  y/o/n = your old last name . This chapter has been improved and re-edited.

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May 2, 1998

Everything is falling.  The castle is crumbling and the screams of Hogwarts students run through the halls.  You race through the hallways, panicking on the inside.  Is this how everything is going to end for you?  All you have is your wand.  You're all alone.  All your friends are scattered throughout the grounds.  Some of them may even be dead and you have no family to speak of.  Suddenly, a loud ear piercing voice resonates from above.  You cover your ears and close your eyes tight, falling against the broken down corridor's walls.

"You have fought valiantly.... but in vain. I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilt is a terrible waste. I, therefore, command my forces to retreat. In their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity. Harry Potter, I now speak directly to you. On this night, you have allowed your friends to die for you, rather than face me yourself. There is no greater dishonour. Join me in the Forbidden Forest, and confront your fate. If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man, woman and child who tries to conceal you from me."

You shake off the remaining jitters from Voldemort's speech.  What's going to happen now?  What about Potter?  All these questions swirl around you.  The uncertainty is crippling.  

"I have to find Draco...," you whisper to yourself.  Draco and you stayed together, despite the war, which was a relief.  At one point in sixth year, you thought he was going to break up with you.  Thankfully, he didn't and he's been with you by your side ever since.. except for now.  You need to find him.  You continue forth, looking up and down hallways, trying to find him.  

Minutes go by and you begin to lose hope.  Did something happen to him?  Is he alright?  Is he dead?  Please. don't be dead, Draco.  I can't live without you, you think, internally on the verge of panic. You descend down a staircase and round the corner and find yourself face to face with your boyfriend.  He has many cuts and scrapes with the addition of a few bruises.  His hair is a bit messed up, which contrasts sharply with its usual neat and combed look.  He's still wearing his black suit. 

"Y/n!" he croaks, rushing forward to bring you into a tight hug.  He grips your waist tightly and you feel his body quiver against yours.  "You're alive!  When I lost you during the battle...  I-I..."

You look up and you can he's on the verge of tears.  His eyes say it all.

"Shhh... Shhh..., Draco.... Don't cry, love.  I'm here and I'm not going anywhere anytime soon," you reply softly, cupping his cheeks with your hands and kissing him slowly on the lips. The moment seems to last for ages, both of you savouring the moment.   You both part reluctantly and he takes your hand and leads you into the Great Hall.

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"HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!"

You're standing opposite Voldemort and his followers.  The mass of black behind Voldemort is intimidating.

"Now is the time to declare yourself!  Come forward and join us....!  Or die...."

You squeeze Draco's hand.  You've not left each other's side since you last ran into each other after the first battle and you fought next to the other in battle.  Now was the moment of truth.