Kill Me Sweet (Draco x Reader)

Chapter 65: Escape

*I took a lot of the details from Deathly Hollows for this chapter for storyline but I promise upcoming chapters will be much more interactive! Enjoy💚*

– Draco's pov –

"Who's here?" I asked, petrified, but trying my best not to show it.

"Follow me," said mum, leading the way across the hall. "They say they've got Potter and his friends but we are uncertain. We want you to tell us if you recognise them."

Mother and I reached the huge drawing room. I never really entered that eery room with menacing portraits against the dark purple walls. As I walked inside, I saw three figures whose arms were bound to chairs and Greyback guarding them.

I did not dare look directly at Harry, but saw him obliquely; his face was huge, shiny, and pink, every feature distorted. What happened to his face? This is bad... Harry's black hair reached his shoulders and there was a dark shadow around his jaw. 

Soon, my father impatiently walked into the room and approached the prisoners. "What did you do to him?" Father asked Greyback. "How did he get into this state?"

"That wasn't us."

"Looks more like a Stinging Jinx to me. Draco, come here," Father's cold voice spoke. "Well, Draco?" He sounded avid. "Is it? Is it Harry Potter?"

"I can't... I can't be sure," I answered. I was keeping my distance from him and Greyback, I was still scared of looking at Harry.

"But look at him carefully, look! Come closer!" I had never heard him so excited. "Draco, we must be the ones who hand Potter over to the Dark Lord." Then he whispered. "There's something there, it could be the scar, stretched tight. Draco, come here, look properly! What do you think?"

I stood right beside my father. My body stiffened and I had a hard time hiding the reluctance, the fear on my face. "I don't know," I said, and I walked away towards the fireplace where my mother stood watching.

"We had better be certain, Lucius," Mother spoke in a clear voice. "Completely sure that it is Potter, before we summon the Dark Lord... They say this is his," she was looking closely at Harry's blackthorn wand "but it does not resemble Ollivander's description.... If we are mistaken, if we call the Dark Lord here for nothing... Remember what he did to Rowle and Dolohov?"

"What about the Mudblood, then?" growled Greyback.

"Wait," said Narcissa sharply. "Yes, yes, she was in Madam Malkin's with Potter! I saw her picture in the Prophet! Look, Draco, isn't it the Granger girl?"

And I couldn't lie about her. If I lie again, they will notice straight away that I'm pretending. "I... yeah."

"But then, that's the Weasley boy!" shouted father, striding around the bound prisoners to face Ron. "It's them, Potter's friends! Draco, look at him, isn't it Arthur Weasley's son, what's his name?"

"Yeah," I spoke reluctantly again, my back to them, unable to face them. "It could be."

The drawing room door opened once again and a woman spoke, the sound of the voice that wound my fear to an even higher pitch.

"What is this? What's happened, Cissy?" Aunt Bellatrix walked slowly around the prisoners, and stopped on Harry's right, staring at Hermione through her heavily lidded eyes, "But surely," she said quietly, "this is the Mudblood girl? This is Granger?"

"Yes, yes, it's Granger!" cried father, "And beside her, we think, Potter! Potter and his friends, caught at last!"

"Potter? Are you sure" Aunt Bellatrix shrieked. 

"If it is indeed Potter, he must not be harmed," she muttered, more to herself than to the others. "The Dark Lord wishes to dispose of Potter himself... But if he finds out... I must... I must know... The prisoners must be placed in the cellar, while I think what to do!"

Then father shouted. "This is my house, Bella, you don't give orders in my house! Take these prisoners down to the cellar, Draco." I sighed in relief secretly.

"Wait," but aunt Bellatrix interrupted sharply. "All except.... except for the Mudblood." My heart began racing. Is she to kill Hermione?

"No!" I heard Ron scream. "You can have me, keep me!" Then aunt Bellatrix hit him across the face. I gasped.

"If she dies under questioning, I'll take you next," she said. "Blood traitor is next to Mudblood in my book. Take them downstairs, Draco, and make sure they are secure, but do nothing more to them yet."

She took a short silver knife from under her robes and cut Hermione free from the chair, then dragged her by the hair into the middle of the room. I, on the other hand, forced the rest of them to shuffle across to another door, into a dark passageway.

I could see Ron and Harry shaking. I looked around warily and as soon as we were out of their sight and away from the drawing room, I freed them.

"What are you-" Harry's voice cracked, coughing painfully.

"Shhh. I'm trying to help." I led them down a steep flight of stairs and we reached a heavy door. I unlocked it with a tap of my wand. "It's a bit dark, be careful. You guys will be safe in the cell for now but I will try to find a way to get you guys out." 

"Thank you..." Entering the dank and musty room, Harry spoke weakly. Then suddenly there was a terrible, drawn out scream from directly above us. 

"HERMIONE!" Ron bellowed, banging the wall with his fist. 

"Be quiet!" I warned and Harry added. "Shut up. Ron, we need to work out a way."

Hermione screamed again from overhead, and we could hear Bellatrix screaming too. Ron shouted again, "HERMIONE! HERMIONE!"

Aunt Bellatrix yelled. "I'm going to ask you again! Where did you get this sword? Where? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!" Hermione was screaming again and the sound seemed to go through Ron like physical pain.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ron abruptly knocked me over onto the ground, stole my wand, and sprinted back upstairs to where Hermione was being tortured.

"No! Ron! Stop!" I fought him but he was too quick. I ran after him and soon Ron had burst into the drawing room. Aunt Bellatrix looked around, shocked. She turned her wand to face Ron but before she could cast a spell, Ron roared, "Expelliarmus!"

Aunt Bellatrix's wand flew into the air and was caught by Harry, who had sprinted after Ron as well. Harry yelled, "Stupefy!" and father collapsed onto the floor. Jets of light flew from mum's, and Greyback's wands; Harry threw himself to the floor, rolling behind a sofa to avoid them. I backed away and watched them from near the door, breathing heavily.

"STOP OR SHE DIES!" Aunt Bellatrix was supporting Hermione, who seemed to be unconscious, and was holding her short silver knife to Hermione's throat. Panting, Harry peered around the edge of the sofa. 

"Drop your wands," she whispered. "Drop them, or we'll see exactly how filthy her blood is!"

Ron stood rigid, clutching my wand. Harry straightened up, still holding Bellatrix's.

"I said, drop them!" she screeched, pressing the blade into Hermione's throat. I saw beads of blood appear there.

"All right!" Harry shouted, and he dropped aunt Bella's wand onto the floor at his feet, Ron did the same with mine. I quickly picked it up and both raised their hands to shoulder height.

"Good!" she leered. "Draco, did you let them go?" As she questioned, my breathing became even more unsteady. I shook my head nervously. "No, no..."

"Well, the Dark Lord is coming, Harry Potter! Your death approaches!"

At her last word there was a grinding noise from above. Gasping, I looked upward in time to see the crystal chandelier tremble. Then, with a creak, it began to fall. Aunt Bellatrix was directly beneath it so she dropped Hermione, throwing herself aside with a scream. 

The chandelier crashed to the floor in an explosion of crystal and chains, falling on top of Hermione. As Ron ran to pull Hermione out of the wreckage, I heard footsteps from the door.

"Dobby!" Aunt Bella screamed. "You! You dropped the chandelier?" 

The tiny elf trotted into the room, his shaking finger pointing at her.

"You must not hurt Harry Potter," he squeaked. "Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!"

"Ron, Draco! Let's GO!" Harry yelled, seizing Dobby's hand. I followed Harry and put my hands on Harry's shoulders as Ron carried Hermione and seized Dobby's hand. We then spun on the spot to Disapparate.

As I turned into darkness, I caught one last view of the drawing room of the pale, frozen figures of mum and aunt Bellatrix, and a blue of flying silver, as Bellatrix's knife flew across the room at the place where we were vanishing. I didn't know where we were going.

And then we hit solid earth and smelled salty air. "Aaaah..." I groaned in pain and so did everyone else. I stayed on the ground, helpless for a while.

"Dobby, is this Shell Cottage?" Then I heard Harry whisper. "Have we come to the right place? Dobby?"

...

"DOBBY!" Harry suddenly bellowed towards the cottage, toward the people moving there. "Dobby, no... Help!"

I slowly lifted my upper body and looked around. Then I saw a dark stain spreading across Dobby's front. Harry held the elf and laid him sideways on the cool grass.

"Dobby, no, don't die, don't die, please..." Harry continued to cry.

"Harry... Potter..." And then with a little shudder, the elf became quite still.