Bride of the HP Dragon

Draco didn't have to rush because Hermione was very close to him.He just stretched out an arm to grab her, all instinctively, but the stupid girl didn't even look at him.

She was still looking at Blaise, and so were Potter and Weasley.Draco noticed these details because time seemed to stop (as did his reflex).

The primal instinct in his head wanted to move quickly, but he seemed to be stuck in slow motion.

Blaise threw a glass sphere, and as it flew through the air, the rising morning light reflected off the sphere.It hit Hermione's hip and shattered instantly.Thick, dark, smoking liquid leaked out and splashed on her skirt.The pungent, pungent smell of dragon's blood filled the air, and then it was no longer black, if it really was dragon's blood.In normal lighting it will appear a faint congealed red.And a gold coin that was originally wrapped in this terrible liquid fell out.

An ordinary gold Galleon.

Draco could only watch, and as the coin flipped and fell a few times, hitting Hermione's old, dusty school shoes, he felt the fear he had never felt in his life.

When Draco reached out to her, his hand only touched the hazy and moist air.she disappeared.

"No!"

He heard Potter's roar as if from far away, and a terrible numbness came over him, and then a wild fear that he was not himself at all, and he began to tremble.

Harry stared, dumbfounded, and after a moment turned and kicked Brace down.

He put one foot on Blaise's neck from the side and pressed hard: "Where is she?"

Blaise was choking, and he fought hard with his right hand against Harry, but Harry put his hand firmly on the ground with his other foot.Blaise's left hand slapped helplessly in the dust.Harry put more weight on his feet, finally causing Blaise to let out a weak gasp.

"Where did you get her, you mad dog?"

Ron was shaking his head with his hands through his hair, still staring blankly at the place where Hermione had been standing a few seconds ago: "What... what just happened?"

Draco couldn't answer, he was still staring down at the coin, the bright gold stained with blood.There was a voice deep inside him, and he wanted to shout out, because this force would hurt him if it didn't come out, but his throat was stuck.

"What just happened?" Ron asked again.

Harry's head jerked up, looking sadly at Ron. Harry knew all about Portkeys that could get you to bad places.

"Hermione was taken... somewhere."

Ron stared at him: "Portkey? Where did it go?"

Harry was also trying to find out, he stepped over Brace and pointed his wand at his belly: "You have to tell me where she is now, or I swear to God, Zabini, I'm going to take your guts out come out."

Blaise looked up at Harry in disgust. "It's too late," he said softly. "She's dead."

"Hermione's not dead!"

"She's dead," Blaise insisted, his voice bleak. "It's a death key, Potter."

Ron started pacing back and forth: "The key to the death door! Harry...what shall we do?"

Harry shook his head: "No, she's not dead."

Draco's voice cut through the panic: "You're right."

Harry's head looked up, the gaze of the green eyes was touching: "What? Can you feel her? She's still alive?"

Draco's bright eyes were blank, and he shut them up, taking a deep, trembling breath, as if the act of inhaling air had suddenly become difficult.On his bare back, Harry could see the tattooed wings trying to tear away from his skin, soaring, a vision from hell.

"Yes."

Ron's face turned completely pale: "So since she's not dead, where is she?"

Harry returned his attention to Blaise, and slapped him hard with his backhand: "Where is the destination of the Portkey, Zabini?"

Blaise coughed a few times and spit out a tooth: "I don't know..."

Harry slapped him harder again: "Wrong answer, where is the destination of the Portkey?"

"I don't know! I don't know where the Portkey will take you, really! They didn't tell me, what I know..."

"How about we try it, then?" Harry interrupted, grabbing Blaise by the hair at the back of his head and dragging him towards the coin, pressing his face all over it.Blaise's face was only a few centimeters from the coin, and he was sweating profusely.

"Since you're so happy to send an innocent girl to her death, why don't you try and tell us where the Portkey took you, eh?"

Blaise laughed, the sound rumbling from his chest.Harry let go of him in disgust, and a coughing Brace slowly crawled away from the portkey.He sat down covered in dust, grinning with bloody teeth.

"It makes no difference, you can't bring her back if you kill me, can you?"

"Malfoy, what are you doing?" Ron yelled suddenly.

Draco stared at the coin, looking as though he was about to step on it.Harry was the closest, holding Draco around the waist to stop him.They rolled on the ground in a tangle, and Draco kicked him away once to break free, but was stopped again, and it took all the strength he had left.

"Let go of me," he told Harry quietly.

Harry's eyes were red from trying to hold back tears, and he looked at Draco with a look of grief mixed with cautious anticipation: "You're crazy."

"let me go."

"No," Harry swallowed, and shook his head vigorously: "You don't understand, you should let me, let me go, it should always be me..."

"If anyone is going, it's me, let me go now, Potter," Draco repeated, "I beg you." As if hit hard, Harry let go of Draco with trembling hands. .Behind him, he could hear Ron wrestling with Blaise, but he couldn't help Ron, he could only watch what Draco Malfoy was about to do.

Draco took one last look at Harry before taking a step and stepping on the coin.

It was so cold, so dark, I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe.

I'm underwater...

She was going to drown.

Oh god please help me, I don't want to die!

Calm down, Hermione!

She's in a cage, metal, rusty.She stretched out her arms and could almost touch the sides, so the place shouldn't be too big.But the cage was high, and she had to swim up to reach the top.

I will not die, I will not die.

She groped, desperate hands to something that was hooking her at the bottom of the cage.Clothes churning in the water hooked on a somewhat rough metal rod, a bit slippery, a bit sticky...

God, someone is here!

Not a person, but a corpse.Her calf touched one of the corpse's and she stepped back in disgust.It was a man, a man in wizard robes, but wizards with wands!

She rummaged around for his clothes, her groping hands crawled all over his face, that face was limp, but she resisted the urge to run away and kept searching.His hands were empty, but his pockets were not.Hermione, almost in tears with relief, found a wand.

God, her lungs were on fire and her skin seemed to be contracting and suffocating her.Holding her wand tightly, Hermione pointed it at the metal poles of the cage and cast a simple blasting spell.

Nothing happened, she tried again suspiciously, but it was still the same, and the opening of the alahoo hole had no effect.

Didn't work.Why?No! ! ! ! !

Hermione's fingers fumbled for the wand, which was etched, but undamaged.

There's no air, and her chest hurts like hell.

Then suddenly, she wasn't alone.Instead of being alone with the dead man and the strange wand in his pocket that didn't work, the small space in the underwater cage seemed barely big enough for the two of them, she and Draco.

In utter disbelief, Hermione was dizzy in the water.She couldn't see him, but she knew he was with her, and the fear she felt grew tenfold.

He was there with her, his arms were holding her, telling her he was real.The silver dragon on her hip snaked towards him, as if she was more pleased to see him than herself.

why is he hereHe was also attacked by the Portkey?Did the same thing happen to Ron and Harry?

He seemed to realize that they didn't have much time left, and after identifying where she was, he grabbed her chin and put his lips on it.

Air!Oh how sweet he was breathing out for her!

She sucked the air from him greedily, then moved her lips when she realized that he, too, might be dead.

Draco was obviously acting on impulse, because he hadn't brought a wand, and she couldn't tell him that the wand he was using now wouldn't work.She poked Draco's arm with her wand and he took it away immediately, Hermione feeling relieved that she wouldn't be the one to blame for the failure.

It's selfish, but she can't handle it that much, she's got over her fear.

Or maybe not, maybe she was already in deep fear.

She was dizzy and the pressure on her chest was unbearable.It took every ounce of willpower she had to hold her mouth open, to hold her lungs full of water.Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, resigned to the fact that she might not be able to open them again.

Sorry, Mum, Dad, Harry, Ron, Ginny.

Draco.

Draco was still examining one side of the cage, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek against his beautiful black wings, as if that would ease the fear of dying.

A dead body floated at their feet.

Draco flinched when Hermione poked his arm with her wand.He knew the wand, the features and intimacy familiar to him.It's his father's wand!He knew it as well as he knew Hermione's eyes were brown.

His first spell was cast with Lucius' wand, and he clearly remembered that day, Lucius smiled with a rare sincerity of pleasure.

If he didn't try to open the cage quickly, they would die.He'd seen similar magic before, similar spells had been instilled in the prison they'd escaped before.If the cage had been cast with a protective spell from the inside, perhaps it would be possible to attack from the outside.

The solution seems simple, but their survival depends on how far the spell extends outside the cage.

Every spell has a range of casting.

And the keys don't bother you anymore, because they sink.

Draco forced his hand in between the bars, and turned his wand around the cage, his spell not working.

Damn it!Maybe he has to stretch a little farther, but his arms are all out.Or maybe just because his plan was wrong, yes, that's entirely possible.

No.

Scared.

Hermione couldn't hold him anymore, he felt her clutching at him, twitching, and then her hand let go.Not being able to look back at her was a painful ordeal, but Draco had to give full attention to the matter at hand.If he gave up out of fear, then they were dead.

He squeezed his left shoulder between the bars as hard as he could, stripping some of the rust from the metal.It was difficult to exert strength underwater, so he supported the cage wall with his legs and pushed.

It worked, his injured shoulder dislocated, and familiar pain radiated through his body.He was already in a severe state of bleeding, and now he began to see tiny white spots of light flashing in front of his eyes.

Thanks to his dislocation, his arm sticks out an extra two inches.The pain was on the verge of unbearable, and he was having a hard time gripping his wand.

But he rejoiced because the pain told him he was alive.

He was praying, but he didn't know whom he was praying to or why, but he guessed that if Heaven heard his prayers, Heaven would understand what it meant to lose all hope.

When his hand was as far out of the cage as possible, he turned his wand towards the cage, made sure he was out of range of the spell, and cast the spell at the cage.

With a flood of bubbling hot water, the bars of the cage burst open them to freedom.One side of the cage caved in, and at their feet, the man's body broke free and floated upward.

Overjoyed, Draco turned back to Hermione.

She's... no.

He knew it didn't even need to be witnessed, as the tattoos on his back were gone and even his marked skin seemed to have been stripped from his body.

The way to undo FidaMia was death, so painful, so exhausting, Lucius' wand nearly slipped from Draco's fingertips.

Too late.

Then he just stayed with her and that was fine, nothing looked better than being with Hermione.

Then a subtle warmth touched his face, like his mother's touch.No matter where they are now, the sun still rises.The light shone through the gloomy underwater like sunlight piercing a heavy rain cloud.Suddenly everything is bathed in shining light, as if surrounded by a prism.

He looked down at Hermione's pale and silent face, the dark lashes resting on her face, complete and perfect silence.

Draco raised his head and squinted at the sun, the sun was right above, the sense of security of the sun was like a mother's embrace, comforting his painful and hazy nightmare, the darkness is not endless.

He clenched his father's wand into his fists, thinking how strange it was to have both his parents by his side at this moment.

The hot golden sun rose steadily over the water, Draco hugged Hermione tightly, Lucius' wand was between them, Draco cast a simple spell with all his strength, and the shoreline in sight.

They were on a familiar coastline, except it was more like a river bank.To be exact, the Black Lake at Hogwarts.

It was a desperate move, and given that he didn't know where they came from or might have been out of control, the chances of disintegration in Apparating were very high.

But he did, and they arrived as two separate entities, limb and limb, thanks to Merlin's small kindness.

The rough waves of the lake pushed them and Draco collapsed on the grassy bank, still hugging Hermione, the water splashing on the ground around them, almost exhausted by the first breath he took. Do your best.

He coughed twice in pain, while laying Hermione flat on the ground, brushing the dark hair from her face.

She was blue, her skin was clammy, and her usually rose-pink lips had turned purple.He watched her with humble horror, his hands caressing her face as if he could read the signs of life with his fingertips where the eyes confirmed death.

He's not Harry, he's not the one who works miracles.No, not at all.Draco was so helpless, his eyes could barely see.

In desperation, he managed to recall the resurrection spells he had learned in Charms.

"Healed as ever." He held his breath for her chest to heave with almost fiery hope, and he repeated the spell five times, just like every time Professor Flitwick said to most disinterested fifth-year Slytherins and Ravenclaw guide lectures as well.

The spell worked as he expected, but it didn't work.

How long were they underwater?It can't be more than 3 minutes, right?Of course Hermione stayed longer.

Draco was panting, water dripping from her hair on her face.He straddled her, almost sitting on her lap, and began to press rhythmically on her chest.But his dislocated shoulder made his left hand completely useless: "No..." He whimpered, lifted her head, held her chin with his good hand, and breathed into her lungs: "Don't leave me, Hermione, you can't leave me," he begged, pressing his right hand to her chest.

He spat out more flustered words, begging words, a horrible, heartbreaking, wailing sound, and he begged God to stop.

But these are all from him.

Tears streamed down his face, as if his inner emotions had exploded.He had never cried like this since he was a child.He fought back the agonizing sobs and lifted Hermione's head higher to get more air into her lungs.

Draco wavered, his eyes back into focus, and he lay heavily on his side beside her, like a child in a mother's arms.

Staying sober was like an uphill battle, he couldn't do it alone, he was losing her.

Lucius' wand fell to his feet, and Draco looked at it longingly, then reached for it.

He needed help from Hogwarts, and Hogwarts' problem was that they couldn't be found.

"I offered to offer your father's wand as a test subject," he recalled Moody telling him in Dumbledore's office: "Of course we chose Malfoy's mark for testing, and even if the wand was taken away, the spell remained attached to it." superior."

The man who died underwater had Lucius' wand tampered with by the Ministry, and Draco would be willing to bet that the man was the missing Oro, Donald Bligh.

Speaking from experience, there is only one spell that gets the right people right here.

It was the first and last time he had fired the Dark Mark, and it was for good, the irony of which almost made Draco smile.

If Hermione survived until the next sunrise, Draco was willing to kiss Mad-Eye Moody's crippled foot the next time he saw him.

He took his young wife's cold hand, raised the good arm above his head, and cast the spell that Voldemort seemed to think he was born to cast, and he barely had the strength to finish it.

He felt torrents of darker than benign magical power pouring out of him, converging into his arms, and filling his wand, draining what was left of him.

"The corpse reappears."

The last thing he remembered was the Dark Mark looming in the bright blue sky, and then it turned into Malfoy's dragon.