Tiny little ficlet based off a prompt/comment made on facebook. Could be continued but i'm not sure. Very loosely implied Bellamione. Mostly meant to be amused.
It was the final battle and the two opposing sides were standing with rapt attention as they watched the Dark Lord and the Boy-Who-Lived having the ultimate duel. The duel that would end the war. Voldemort was furious that his first attempt to kill Harry had apparently failed. He silently vowed to punish Narcissa Malfoy for her apparent betrayal. The Dark was just raising his wand ready to cast the final killing curse.
"Avada Kedav-"
"No, no, no! You're doing it all wrong!" Came a shrill voice halting his movements. A collective gasp rolled from the surrounding masses.
Hermione Granger stalked up the Dark Lord wearing a thoroughly condescending expression that had the Dark Lord a little confused. Little bint, didn't she know who she was approaching. It apparently didn't matter as, while everyone was stunned into inaction, she stepped up and readily plucked the wand from his fingers. Voldemort, for the first time in his life, was rendered speechless and had no idea what to do.
"Its a-VAH-dah Ke-DAH-vra, not Ke-DAV-ra. And your wand movements are all wrong." Hermione explained to the dumbfounded man.
"What?" Voldemort asked stupidly a frown appearing on his inhuman face.
"Its down to the left, across to the right and then down again." Hermione spoke like it was obvious and demonstrated the movements.
Everyone held their breath, the girl had surely practically just committed suicide. Bellatrix Lestrange, standing just behind her Dark Lord was the only one with an expression on her face. Hermione noticed the woman was sucking on her lips and her eyes were watering as if she was trying not the laugh.
"Marry me?" Bellatrix snickered as she looked at the little brunette.
"Talk to me after this is over if we survive." Hermione retorted, this surprising the Dark and Light sides equally. Bellatrix nodded and started chewing on her knuckle still trying not to laugh as the brunette turned back to Voldemort and handed the wand back.
"Right well... Carry on then." Hermione stated before turning and walking back to where she had been a few minutes before.
Harry and Voldemort continued to stare at the young witch for a few long minutes before finally turning back to face one another. They both looked a little bewildered and Bellatrix was the only one not entirely shocked. She had been in the girls head while she tortured her, she knew what the brunette was like. Smart, driven, an odd mix of shy and confident that rather appealed to Bellatrix.
"Shall we?" Voldemort asked though he sounded confused. Harry opened his mouth and then closed it deciding instead to simply nod.
With that it was on again.