For anon…we’re going to ignore the fact that the Golden Trio ran into Malfoy in the woods…otherwise, enjoy!
Panic overloading your senses, you were barely able to comprehend the chaos surrounding you. Death Eaters made their way through the camp, searching for Muggles. Terrified, you planned to try and outrun them. Your conscious, however, was trying to get you to help others.
Noting a little boy crying, your fear turned into worry. Without breaking stride, you pushed past others and toward the little boy. You picked him up and held him close to your body. He clutched onto you for dear life.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” you tried to soothe.
Your eyes darted around as you ran. This boy’s mother had to be around somewhere. After what felt like an eternity of running, you noticed a woman frantically calling out for her child. You could just barely hear the name being uttered.
“Is your name Parker?” you asked the boy in your arms. “Y-Yes,” he sobbed. “Is your mum wearing a blue scarf?” He nodded again. “Uh-huh.”
With renewed vigor, you sprinted toward the woman. The little boy sat up as you slowed down. Once he saw his mother, he began to cry harder.
“Momma!” “Parker,” she cried.
Without giving her time to say anything, you pushed the woman, now holding her child, forward.
“Come on. We’ve got to keep running. Apparate if you can.”
The mother nodded as she began to run. You were just a few steps behind her. Suddenly, your body jerked to the side as someone clutched your hand. You dug you heels into the ground. Your eyes widened to see Draco. You shot your head back to the woman in child. You sighed with relief as you saw the woman apparate away. You faced Draco again as he pulled your wrist harder.
“Where are we going?” you called. “To the forest. You have to be safe!”
So you ran. Draco gripped your wrist desperately the whole time. Had you not been running, you would’ve found it odd that Draco seemed to be caring for you. You always thought he had hated you. But, here he was, trying to get you to safety. It was a wonder you hadn’t apparated away yet.
Soon, the two of you reached the forest. The two of you stopped near a small pool of water. You drew in long and heavy breaths. The long distance you had ran finally caught up to your body. Your knees buckled. Draco quickly caught you.
“Are you alright?” he queried. You nodded. “Just tired…Why…Why are you helping me?” “The Death Eaters…they’re going after Muggles and mudbloods.” “And…” you paused, “last I checked…you hardly cared.”
Draco audibly winced at that. You took in his features, considering he was so close. Only fear showed in his eyes, with a hint of…anger? Now that was confusing. You noticed his grip on you was firm. You continued to even out your breathing.
“You really care, don’t you?” He lowered his gaze away from you. “I care about you.”
You blushed with shock. Hopefully it would just look as though you were drained. You glanced back toward the fiery landscape. Your eyes skirted up to the sky as the Dark Mark loomed over the campground. They finally rested on Draco. Had you been wrong about him all this time?