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Hermione sensed another presence in her room they were watching her.
She stayed relatively still in her bed she relaxed her muscles that had imminently tensed up when she realised she was being watched she regulated her breathing and kept her eyes shut she also kept her heart rate down.
The intruder watched as Hermione fiend sleep, oblivious to her knowledge of their presence. The unknown stalker watched the rise and fall of her chest. He could see her profile she was laying on her side. His eyes traced the outline of her forehead her nose her pink lips her neck the gentle swell of her breasts. To bad he had to kill her he thought to himself as he approached the bed carefully avoiding the books scattered all over the floor, she would have been fun to play with.
Hermione knew the person was getting closer, her arms erupted in Goosebumps as she realised that her attacker was a hefty male and that she would not be able to over through him.
As the attacker continued to approach Hermione reach silently for one of her fighting knives she had grown accustom to keeping hidden on the back of her bed board for protection since the war had started.
The hired hit man traced a cold dirty finger across Hermione's back. she sucked in a breath. The hit man now aware Hermione was a wake and went in for the kill.
His hands wrapped around the pretty woman's neck slowly restricting her breathing.
Hermione fingernail started scratching the mans hands but it was to no avail in that moment Hermione decided to do thing she was dreading, she brought the knife to the mans arm and thrust it past the man's skin into his muscle.
The man let out a roar as he jumped back and clamped an arm over his arm that was bleeding profoundly. Hermione had somehow cut one of the mans veins.
You little mudblood bitch he roared and stepped back into the moonlight flooding through the window.
Hermione's eyes widened in recognition of the mans face he was one of the people who hung around in knockturn alley. He would stand in the corner smoking cigarettes a filthy muggle habit, awaiting someone to approach asking for his murderous services.
The mans breathing was rugged he started to laugh hysterically as he collapsed on the floor , delusional from blood loss.
"Who sent you?" Hermione asked holding the knife against his neck.
"uh, uh." The man shook his head sniggering. "I cant tell you that, unbreakable curse."
Hermione gasped in comprehension.
"Your going to die anyway." she spoke her voice's strength even surprising herself. "You may as well tell me now and I'll let you go quick."
"They didn't give me a name." he said his face going serious.
Is this how he was going to die? he thought to himself.
Is this death?
Hermione looking down on him showed him mercy as she brought her knife down to slit his throat to cut his wind pipe.
No, the man decided that this was not death. He looked up, she was.
Hermione's knife cut him.
The man saw black, and welcomed it.
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