Here's the first in a collection of one shots I have. No particular update schedule. Just as I feel like it. I have a few already written. I hope you'll read and review. :)

Enough

"Enough!"

All eyes turned towards him suddenly and he did his best not to shrink under their dark glares.

Draco swallowed nervously, knowing there was no going back now. He'd heard the sound of Dobby apparating the rest of her friends out of the dungeons, even over her screams which kept his parents and aunt preoccupied. She was the only one left now.

"What did you just say," his aunt demanded. When he stood silent, chest heaving under the pressure, she yelled it. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?"

"Enough," he finally managed after he found his voice.

He pushed past his parents and stood in front of her. His aunt stood as well, blocking him from his former classmate who was watching, a myriad of emotions dancing through her watery brown eyes.

Draco scowled at his aunt and moved around her, avoiding her touch and crouched next to Hermione. He carefully gripped her under the arms and began tugging her up.

"Come on, Granger," he muttered only for her to hear. "You're going to have to show some semblance of strength or they'll have us both."

"Have you gone mad, dear boy," he aunt whispered in a dark tone. Her dark eyes glittered with mischief and a slight smirk set her lips in an upwards tilt.

When Draco finally had Hermione on her feet, he rearranged his hold on her, one arm curled around her waist as he held the small, slumping witch against his chest protectively. He could feel her back heave against his chest with every pull of breath she took.

"She's not a plaything," he finally ground out through gritted teeth. He was all too aware of the attention on him from his parents and his aunt. "Can't you see? Did you not see when you cut into her that she bleeds just like you do? She's a fucking human being," he shouted the last part, ignoring the flinch of the witch in his arms.

"Draco," his father started but stopped when he drew his wand on him.

"No. This is enough. I've had enough."

Draco glanced down at Hermione to find her brown eyes waiting for his notice. Thankful to be skilled in legilimency, he gave her a sharp nod before glancing back to his family. He noticed his aunt reaching for the mark on her arm and gave them no more thought as he focused on apparating to the destination in her mind.

The all too familiar swirl of magic enveloped them, pulling them in on themselves. Draco held tightly to her as the force of it slammed them into the sand of the beach just meters away from Shell Cottage. He quickly righted her in his arms once he regained his balance and lifted her, one arm under her knees and the other around her back.

They both eyed each other, not yet acknowledging the shouts of her friends who had spotted them and were rushing towards them.

"Why," she finally asked, her small, trembling hands gripping his fine shirt carefully.

Brown eyes bore into grey and he swallowed the array of emotions in his throat.

"I'd had enough."