"You killed him," she cried throwing herself at him.
His smile was patiently amused. It drove Hermione into an angry frenzy. Her mind was blank of anything but his snakelike face and her anger made a red haze surround everything. She hurled any curse that popped into her mind, one curse after the next. He cast them away with an easy elegance, each curse missing or glancing off a carefully crafted shield. His casual dismissal fueled Hermione's even further and the curses she used gradually became darker, Voldemort's expression was definitely amused, but she could sense a hint of surprise hidden in his red eyes.
"Killed who?" he asked in a velvety voice as he dodged a purple blood removing hex.
"Killed who," Hermione's voice was high pitched and anguished.
Her expression showed an angry, anguished astonishment, as if she couldn't imagine why he coudln't know who he'd killed. Her face was paler than usual, with dark circles under he eyes as if she hadn't slept in weeks. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy showing signs of extensive crying.
Voldemorts face was amused; he looked like he was on the verge of breaking into a smile.
"Oh," he said in a mocking tone, "Oh, yes. I killed your lover boy didn't I. Oh, how sad, the Weasel is dead."
Hermione let out an anguished cry and she threw a fresh batch of curses at him each one darker than the next; a delighted smile broke out across Voldemort's face. He let out a merciless laugh and Hermione couldn't help but flinch. But it seemed to only fuel her anger further.
"Crucio," she called in a ringing voice.
Voldemort dodged it in a familiar manner. He looked at her curiously.
"Getting feisty aren't we, Granger?" he asked her in a rather delighted manner. As if she was giving him entertainment instead of trying to kill him.
"It's Nott now," she hissed angrily, but it didn't seem to be at the missuse of her name.
"Aaaah, yes," he said contently dodging a bone-breaker and setting up a shield as she sent a sickly yellow gut vanisher, "Proud of your newly found status are you?"
He laughed in a delighted matter, as if she'd said something incredibly funny. She glared at him intensely; her normally chocolate brown eyes pitch black. Her bloodshot eyes and scraggily hair gave her a menacing air. He didn't seem to notice. She continued to shoot curses, she didn't even know what she was saying or doing, she was fueled by her anger.
"Poor Nott, he's dead now. Couldn't have a death eater with well someone like you in the family. It's too bad; I was looking forward to that young Nott. It was too bad that he had to be killed as well."
"Theo's was a good man," Hermione ground out between curses, "my brother never would have joined you."
"Aaah, Hermione," he said, still looking delighted, "There are things you don't realize about man kind. Fear motivates people, much more that morals will ever do."
"That's not true," she said, "There are plenty of good people."
"Plenty of people are with me," Voldemort said, "Because plenty of your people are dead."
With a casual flick of his wand, Hermione's wand soared into his hand. She let out a cry and collapsed onto the ground. Her posture utterly defeated. He observed her for a moment. Then he swooped down towards her, until he was kneeling before her. He took her chin in his hand and lifted it so she was looking at her. She glared at him, her eyes filled with hate. But her eyes were tired, they were filled with defeat and he could taste it in the air. He pocketed his wand though. She looked at him in bewilderment.
"Who was it that killed Ron?" he asked in a velvet soft voice.
It snuck into her conscience and part of her long built hate, slipped just in the presence of the soothing voice.
"Lestrange," she ground out her voice filled with undeniable hate towards the death eater.
She didn't think it was possible, but his snake like face filled with sympathy. Even though Hermione knew it was false, she felt more comfortable than she should of.
"We can't have that, can we?"
She looked at him curiously.
"What do you mean?" she asked looking at him blankly from her prone position.
He observed her curiously.
"Do you want to kill her?" he asked in a matter of fact tone, as if he wasn't discussing the death of his top death eater.
Hermione was surprised at her enthusiasm, at the chill that went through her. But the image of Bellatrix had entered he mind and caused a thrill of adrenaline to surged through her veins.
"Yes," she breathed.
Voldemort smiled in satisfaction and took out his wand.
"Bellatrix," he hissed.
A soft pop announced her arrival moments after. Her eyes landed on Hermione's prone figure and her eyes light up with pleasure, obviously anticipating a torturing session. Voldemort withdrew Hermione's wand from his robes and handed it to her. She straightened her eyes shining with a strange kind of excitement. Bellatix's smile froze in place.
"Kill her," Voldemort hissed.
Bellatrix turned to him in horror; her eyes accusing. He smiled at her in a pleasant fashion.
"My lord," she said softly and then she toppled to the ground dead.
Hermione looked at her in satisfaction.
"That was for Ron."