Draco Malfoy, Death Eater and Spy

So, I continued and told Dumbledore (and Harry) that the Death Eaters were planning to attack Hogsmeade on graduation and then use it as a base area. Since that was all I knew, I excused myself and left to return to my dormitory.

Over the next couple of weeks, I noticed that the Gryffindors left me alone. I figured that it must have been Potter who told them to do so. I couldn't believe the nerve of him.

One day I took him aside and told him that he needed to stop trying to be friendly with me and keep acting like he hated me.

"But what if I don't hate you?" he had asked.

"It doesn't matter if you hate me or love me, you have to at least pretend you do, or else they will find out what side I am really on," I told him.

I really do want him to tell me that he loves me, but I know that it is very unlikely that he will ever do so. A guy can wish, can't he?

I left him standing there with a blank look on his face. I don't know how long he was there, but I knew that it had to have been a while, because I stood at the end of the corridor for a long time, just watching him. I finally left when I thought that I heard Filch.

Finally the day for Graduation had come!

I was very nervous. Actually, I don't think that nervous even describes what I was feeling. I was terrified!!! Dumbledore had said that if Voldemort was going to attack Hogwarts, then that meant that it was time for the final battle between him and Harry. If he didn't, then I would have to find out what was going on. I was terrified that Harry might not live through this battle, and I didn't want him to die without knowing how much I cared for him.

I didn't know what was going to happen, or even if I would live to see another day. Dumbledore told me not to worry, that everything would be just fine. And I believed him.

Towards the end of the graduation ceremony, the death eaters attacked. I don't think that Dumbledore himself saw it coming. I know that I didn't. The Slytherins and others who supported Voldemort rushed to help the growing mass of death eaters. I never knew that so many students were supporters.

I saw Harry duck out of the Great Hall followed closely by Granger and the Weasel, and I knew that I should follow too. I made my way around the lifeless bodies that littered the floor; students that I had never taken the time to actually get to know. I shot off as many curses as I could as I dogged the bodies. There were many hexes thrown back at me and I was lucky enough to dodge them all.

'What a great way to graduate,' I though to myself, and I exited the school.

I saw Harry by the lake with about 15 death eaters surrounding him. I didn't see any sign of his two friends, so I started shouting every hex and curse that I knew into the crowd.

By the time that I had reached the lake, Harry and Voldemort had already started dueling.

I kept shouting curses at the death eaters, and that was when I saw Ron Weasley lying on the ground, not moving. I ran over to him, but I was too late. He was already dead.

I looked up from his lifeless body in time to see a flash of red light shoot past my left ear. I was looking around to see who had shot the curse at me when Hermione came running up to me and Ron with her wand pointing at my chest.

She started yelling when she was close enough to see what had happened to Ron, and almost started hexing me right there for killing him.

I tried to explain what had happened and that I had nothing to do with Ron's death, but she would hear none of it. Finally, I had no choice but to stun her.

The next moment, I wish that I hadn't of done that. I didn't really have time to worry about it right that second, because I was distracted by a blinding flash of green light. I turned to see where the light had come from and I heard myself gasp.

What I saw in front of me was enough to make anyone loose their lunch. Harry was lying on his back in a pool of what looked like blood; Voldemort was lying motionless, less than 3 meters away, not moving.

I rushed over to Harry, and found that it was in fact blood. I thought that he was dead until I heard him murmur something that I couldn't make out. At least I knew that he wasn't dead. I wasn't sure how bad off he was, since I am not a doctor, but I knew that it was bad.

He was having a hard time breathing, and to make matters worse he was trying to tell me something. I couldn't tell what it was that he was trying to say. It sounded something like, "I want to tell you something," but I wasn't sure.

His breathing was getting worse and worse. I was frantically trying to think of some way to get him back up to the castle, but my brain wasn't functioning properly.

Then it hit me! I could use a simple levitation spell to transport him back up to the castle. I looked around to see if there were anymore death eaters, but thankfully there were none.

I whispered the spell and hurried up to the castle with Harry floating a few feet behind.