A/N: SO… Here goes nothing. My first attempt at a Dramione fic. It's also a veela fic with slight ooc in some of the characters. Be nice in reviews, as I stated before it's my first fic and there will be mistakes. My mother language is Dutch (Belgium) and I'm Flemish.
Rated M (just to be sure).
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot.

Prologue: What to do at the end?

It pained me, knowing it would be over in a few measly seconds. I will follow her soon. Why couldn't the stupid pothead kill the pathetic nose-less halfblooded megalomaniac like 5 minutes ago?

She wouldn't be lying there on the floor, barely breathing and white like the marble floors she was lying on. I can't even go to her. That stupid bitch of an aunt of mine won't stop getting in the way. She keeps taunting and insulting me about my choice in mate. Yes "I MADE that choice" and I would never ever regret that decision.

"Hey, little nephew of mine! Not still dreaming about your precious dying MUDBLOOD are you?" she spat at me while stepping closer to my mate's stone-still-body. I mimicked her step for step, not letting either of them out of my sight. "You know, I think you are." She told me giggling. The next second her face changed from gleefully (because she was wright) to utter rage (that her own nephew would defile himself with the likes of a mudblood) and she threw a curse at me. Nothing mayor, just a little stunning jinx. After dodging a couple other jinxes she started to get really pissed and decided to start using unforgivables.

Merlin, why oh why did I make an unbreakable-vow never to kill ANYONE. Well I know I did it because I had felt the need to kill her best friends every single time they touched her. (Hey, who can blame me?) Still … I should have made a special clause in that vow, with an exception for my 'super-sweet auntie Bella' (heavy sarcasm). After all she put my mate through, she deserves to die.

Damn, the bloody bitch almost hit me straight in the chest with one of her curses. I quickly dodged the next one coming at me and saw the Crucio hitting the weaselette out of the corner of my eye. I kind of heard it to. That girl's got a set of lungs on her. Next thing I know, a plump red-headed short woman was taking a duelling stance in front of me. Staring daggers at 'auntie Bella' she began throwing wordless spells at her in such a fast pace I could barely distinguish the separate curses. I sure as hell didn't know Weasel's mom could duel like that and by the looks of it neither did 'auntie'.

They continued there duelling for 30minutes straight before mistakes were made and curses were reaching their target. Both were persistent duellers and neither wanted to give in to the other.

For Bellatrix, death would be loads better than losing from a blood traitor. For if she lost to a blood traitor she would go from most notorious Death Eater and loyal servant of the Dark Lord to a disappointment and a minor, pathetic Death Eater that isn't even 'worth' of the Dark Lord's mark.

Molly Weasley on the other hand, she just wouldn't let the bitch, that hurt so many of her family including Harry (for killing Sirius) and Hermione (the torture obviously), win. For if she lost to 'Horror Barbie' more of her family and friends would suffer under the hands of 'Psycho Bella'.

The end of the battle came very sudden and was rather surprising. Neither one got a clear shot. So in the end it was my father who hit Bellatrix square in the chest. Managing this by pushing Molly Weasley to the ground. Bellatrix, who had yet to notice that my father was killing of Death Eaters instead of Order members, lowered her wand thinking my father would finish Mrs Weasley.

Boy was she wrong!

Yes, my father had his wand trained on Weasel's mom, but only for the 2 seconds Bellatrix used to lower her wand. Once her wand was down, father didn't think twice. He spoke the words of the killing curse and at the last moment diverted his wand from Molly Weasley to Bellatrix, hitting her right between the eyes. (which were opened in shock.) That is how Bellatrix Lestrange Née Black came to die at the hands of her brother-in-law.

My father revenged my mate but it would be to no avail. All that my family went through would be for nothing. My parents changed sides for me. The great, evil, narcissistic, cruel, soulless, (I can go on forever with this), lord and lady Malfoy changed sides in the middle of the Second Wizarding War BECAUSE OF ME.

All the sacrifices they made BECAUSE OF ME. They betrayed their friends. They endured multiple torture-sessions by the Dark Lord so I wouldn't have to taint my soul and in the meantime my left forearm.

Let me tell you, he wasn't happy when told on numerous occasions that the son of one of his top Death Eaters would not join his ranks. When asked why, my parents would always say that I was still too young and not mature enough to handle such responsibility and 'honour'. The Dark Lord always thought it was necessary to make sure my parents weren't lying by torturing them unconscious.

All will be for nothing if my mate doesn't make it. I have to be honest with myself. It doesn't look good. Her breathing was almost non-existent now and her pink sweater was drenched dark with her own blood. She doesn't even know half of everything I did, solely for her and with the possibility of her not being there to hear it I tried to wake her.

I wanted to tell her what she absolutely needed to know. I pulled her head on my lap when I saw her eyes flutter open. While I was stroking her hair and face I told her that everything was going to be okay and she would make it. I'd make sure of it. She was struggling to stay conscious, I could tell. I told her she should sleep and let me take care of her. When her eyes were slowly closing I told her the most important thing.

I said: "I love you."

"I love you, Hermione Jean Granger"

A/N: This is it. My first finished chapter. I hope some of you like it.

Please review and tell me your thoughts. Next chapter will be up as soon as it's finished. It will not be a one-shot but I do not know yet how many chapters this story will have.