You’re My Everything
“Did you see that?”
“What the f-”
“The correct answer is no, no you didn’t. Now walk faster.”
Draco Malfoy grabbed her arm, pulling Hermione into the crowds shuffling the streets of London. There was no time. He didn’t care that muggles could see them and people were staring. If they didn’t go now, she would get hurt.
For shits sake, why of all days did an Auror have to insert their ass into his business. And why, of all people, did it have to be her? Not that he didn’t mind having her around- quite the opposite, really.
More heads were turning. He picked up speed, cursing. It didn’t help that she doubled as a popular figure in the parliament for the Ministry. Or that she was wearing a now-muddy ball gown as they dashed through the sidewalk.
“Draco Malfoy I am going to murder you in five bloody seconds if you don’t tell me what’s going on,”
Her eyes were blazing. A hand shot out, reaching for a seam in her dress. He barely managed to intercept it, lacing her fingers in his.
“If you pull your wand out, in five seconds we’ll both be dead,” he snapped, ignoring the warmth of her skin. Instead, his attention was directed over his shoulder. Ice settled in his stomach as hundreds of leathery, winged creatures exploded into the air behind them.
“Shit,”
“What the hell are those?” she breathed. His hand fumbled for hers and within seconds they were off. Screeching filled the air, unearthly screams following them. This time she ran without complaint.
“They wouldn’t be here if you’d let me finish the damned ritual,” he growled, tugging her into a dank alley. “Thanks to your meddling self, there’s a giant hole between the demonic plane and ours. Climb.”
She stepped up onto the fire escape, quickly scaling the rusted metal.
“I think I ought to ask why you were illegally summoning demons in the first place,”
“And I think you shouldn’t,” he retorted. She smirked, grimly shaking her head.
“Typical you. We go out for drinks on Saturday and once I’m convinced you’re mentally stable, you decide to end the world,”
It was becoming increasingly difficult to not look up her skirts. Apparently Hermione was having similar thoughts because with a loud crack she disappeared, reappearing on the fifth story.
“Put your wand away,” Draco barked, flinching as a deep purple thing swooped over the stairs. He uttered a strangled noise, nearly falling off the fire escape. Hermione amusedly drummed her nails on the brick, waving her wand. With a sudden jerk, he appeared on the roof.
“I just saved your life. If you’re going to take me away from my job of saving those down below, at least try to have some sense in your brain,”
“We’re dead, you idiot,”
She looked at him with confusion.
“Why are we dead? Pray tell me, who do you think is responsible for dragging me onto a roof where demons are trying to claw my face out?”
To make her point, she drily lifted her arm, incinerating a bat-like creature in the swarm above.
He hissed. “Get down. Now.”
“Not this stupid listen-to-my-command-bu-,”
She didn’t get to finish her sentence. Draco tackled her, covering her on the concrete with his body. Hermione flailed and protested beneath him, making him painfully aware of her proximity.
And the screeching began, followed by the whooshing of wings.
“You’d better shut it,” he murmured in her ear. “These things only have one way to stay anchored here. Magic fuels there existence so they need to consume it non-stop. They don’t need your precious muggles. At the moment, the only people who can summon it in the middle of London are us,”
“But I’m a muggleborn,”
Her breath was hot on his cheek. “You just did magic three times, no? The problem with muggleborns is that because they don’t have magic in there blood they instinctively draw in impossible amounts before casting spells. You just let hundreds of fucking demons know that you have what they want.”
She shuddered, her breathing becoming uneven. Her irises dilated with fear. In response, he pressed himself harder against her, covering her face in the crook of his neck.
“You want to stay high,” he continued, his voice becoming hoarse, “Because the wind carries your signature away. If we didn’t keep moving after you apparated, it would have been suicide. And I’m in this ridiculous position because if demons can’t see you, it’s immensely hard for them to find there target,”
He shuddered as the sound of wings thundered closer. She was trembling now, her wand freely rolling away.
“Why do you care?”
He stiffened, fingers digging into the ground.
“I’ve known you for two years and in all that time you hardly ever do anything for anyone. For crying out loud, you missed Pansy’s last birthday to stay at home with your cat,”
His jaw was clenched, firmly tucked over her head as he tried to regain some semblance of control. “Because I don’t have any attachment to anything anymore. So I thought that after I accidentally unleashed hell, I might as well save someone I know,”
He felt her smile into his chest. The sensation caused him to inhale sharply. She did it again.
“At the very least I can say that I’m glad it’s you I’m pressed up against and not the councilman,”
“I’d bash the bloke’s nose in if he went anywhere near you,” he growled.
“Nice to see therapy is helping your violent tendencies,”
Draco smirked, trying to ignore the feeling of claws on his back. Don’t move or they kill you. Don’t speak(he wasn’t doing so well with that one), don’t do magic. He resisted the urge to thank his dead father for his useful advice on killing demon hordes.
“Linda’s great. It’s just the fat bastard isn’t,”
“Mhm,”
Suddenly there was an ear-shattering scream and hundreds upon hundreds of wings flapped around them, the feeling of cold weight on his skin growing worse. He closed his eyes, pressing his nose into her hair.
They were clawing at his body. It was almost like she was too powerful for them to ignore.
“We’re going to die aren’t we?” she whispered, her voice cracking. He squeezed her tighter, covering her eyes so she wouldn’t see his blood. Or the silent screams of pain now etched on his face.
“I suppose I’ll confess my secrets,” Hermione continued, her voice wavering. “I once stuffed Ron’s teddy bear down the toilet because he was being a prat,” This earned her a weak laugh. “And I happen to like you a bit more then I should,”
And in that moment, he froze completely.
“Too much, hm-?”
Draco Malfoy guided her lips against his, ignoring the pain, the noise, the sheer terribleness of the environment around them. He’d wanted her for so, so long that the ache where she was supposed to be had grown into a dull throb. Now it was back but this time it felt like paradise.
She groaned, causing him to growl in response. He pressed himself into her, drinking starlight and parchment.
And then he shielded her between his arms, calmly, sated as the demons ripped away at his clothes, his body. He remained unwavering.
Because it was his fault.
Because she was truly his everything.
Because Hermione Jean Granger was worth more then his life.
He remembered her cries, her pleas for him to wake up. The weight began to leave his body as his blood spread around her, smothering her scent.
All was quiet. Draco Malfoy died smiling with his hair stained crimson.