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That smile on his lips…

-Fate's back-

Fate sighed and sat back. It had tried so hard to see the exact way of the future, the fate of all those involved with this war, with this time frame, but it couldn't. Nothing could be seen, for there were limitless possibilities that could happen. So many things could go wrong. So many things had gone wrong now, but they had seemed to get past it to where they need to be. But now the time was here, and Fate just didn't know what it could do to win this.

-Just After the Hogwarts Boundary- Same Night –

Hermione's arms and writs felt bruised from the death grips by the Death Eaters. Ever slight movement made her wince in pain. The sun was peaking from behind the castle now. Students were probably waking up at this time.

"I'm on Hogwarts now," Hermione said through her teeth, "you can let me go." She tried jerking her arms in a way not to feel soreness.

Something caught her eye in the pocket of the Death Eater on her right. After a few seconds of staring at it she was jerked forward.

"You know, you can be a tad bit more careful." Hermione growled at them.

"Shut up." The one on her right hissed and pushed her in front of them, but not before Hermione's hand ran into the pocket and back out. She hid her new found treasure in her robes.

"Stupid mudblood." The other one said and then backhanded her.

Hermione fell to her knees at the force. She sucked in air as her hand went to her cheek.

The other Death Eater kicked her in the stomach, leaving her gasping for air.

"Your bloody master wont be too please to know you bruised me, after all he did say 'no harm is to be done'." She seethed at them.

They chuckled underneath their hoods.

"The Dark Lord won't do anything to us for harming a mudblood." One of them spat.

"Oh? What happens when your Dark Lord is gone and you're left to face Malfoy? He won't be as kind." Hermione told them as she stood and took small steps backwards.

"By the time the Dark Lord is gone, Malfoy will be shown the light. He'll have realized all the time he wasted running around with you," the other one spat, "was a waste of his time." He took a step towards her. "He'll have realized he should've never spent time with a mudblood." The Death Eater hissed.

Hermione faltered for a second. Could this be true? Would he really come to think everything they had was a waste of time? That being with her was one of the worst mistakes of his life?

The Death Eater saw her falter and reached out for her.

Hermione whipped out the wand she had stolen from the other Death Eater. She stunned him then turned her wand to the other and blocked a spell sent from that Death Eater. Finally Hermione stunned that one too. Once they were both taken care of she turned and ran up the hill leading to Hogwarts. She checked back over her shoulder a few times to make sure the spell had worn off them and they weren't following her. Thankfully, the spell hadn't worn off either by the time she reached the doors.

She pulled open the doors with great difficulty, her legs weak and almost dropping. She pulled all her strength up and ran through the hall. The clock chimed and she stopped dead in her tracks. That bell means its half way through breakfast. Dumbledore would be there.

She turned, as much as it pained her and ran again to the Great Hall. She pushed the doors opened with a heave and her legs gave out.

Hermione collapsed to her knees in front of almost the entire school, completely out of breath.

"Hermione!" She heard Ron and Harry scream at the same time.

She pushed her self up and made her legs run again. Hermione pushed herself passed Harry and Ron and ran to Dumbledore looking him directly in the eye.

He seemed to have gotten the idea and rested his hand on her shoulder, leading them out of the great hall with many to stare after.

-Meanwhile- Unknown Office –

"But, my lord…"

"Now, now, Bellatrix, do not fret. All will go well in time. The plan is perfect." Voldemort said to one of his most faithful followers.

"But, my lord," Bellatrix stressed again, "he will most surely find a way out and go to his mudblood," she spat. She looked away and back at him again. "You'll have given him all your power before the 'wedding'. Then before the wedding he'll kill you and leave. You'll be too defenseless with your loss of powers to stop him. He'll kill you my lord! And then he'll go and fuck that mudblood of his, and their carelessness will probably end up with a stupid half blooded baby!"

Voldemort glared at Bellatrix with a hiss, as she had forgotten that Voldemort was a half blood himself and would remain that way for always, but none the less he answered her.

"Exactly, Bellatrix, exactly."

-Dumbledore's office-

Hermione had just been seated across from Dumbledore in his office when the gargoyle started spinning outside the door.

"Ah, Miss Granger, it would appear we have guests." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.

"Hermione!" Her name was called over and over while Harry and Ron banged on the door. "Let us in!"

Hermione bit her lip and looked between the door and the professor.

"It's up to you Miss Granger." Dumbledore said.

She nodded.

"Let them in." Hermione sighed. Might as well tell them now too and get it over with.

Dumbledore inclined his head and the doors opened.

Harry and Ron immediately flocked to Hermione.

"Are you alright?"

"What happened?"

"Where'd you go?"

"Was it you-know-who?"

"Hermione! Explain!" Harry demanded.

"I would if you gave me a bloody minute." Hermione snapped.

Harry and Ron stepped back, apologetic looks on their faces.

"Hermione," Ron started hesitantly, "does this have anything to do with, you know, Malfoy?" Ron spat his name.

Hermione stared at the floor.

"It does." He let realization sink in again. "I knew it! I knew he was a right bastard! I knew you had no business fooling around with him!" Ron shouted.

"What?" Harry stepped in now, outraged. "What the bloody hell is he talking about?" He asked in a eerily calm voice. "Did he just say you were fooling around with Malfoy?" Harry asked, the furiousness finally surfacing.

"Harry, please," Hermione started.

"No! I want to know what the hell he's talking about!" Hermione rolled her eyes. Hadn't that been her intention when she started speaking? "Now!" He all but roared.

"Now, now, Mr. Potter, I believe Miss Granger was just going to start on that. I think," he said this all very calmly, "the it's best now to let Miss Granger tell us this on her own accord. Let's not scare her away." He smiled kindly.

Hermione returned his smile. He was always so kind, how could anyone not look up to this wizard?

Harry fumed and smiled grimly, his lips pressed tight together, but said nothing more.

"Okay," Hermione took a deep breath in, "I guess I'll start from the beginning even though Harry's the only one who doesn't know the most of it; though I don't know where it all started." She leaned up against Dumbledore's desk.

"It was like, one moment we were spitting insults at each other, hating each other as we have since first year, then the next moment I was in his arms and he was kissing me." Harry winced his eyes and turned away from Hermione, who in turn made sure not to make eye contact as she confessed everything with heavily blushing cheeks.

She explained how their relationship rapidly sped up, despite all the arguments they continuously had. She told them how her feelings changed over that short period of time and she didn't realize it until it was all too late. She told them of how Voldemort offered Draco a place among his Death Eaters and how Draco only said yes at the last minute because he felt it was the only way to keep her.

"That still doesn't explain how it is you ended up like this." Harry said with his jaw clenched.

Hermione closed her eyes with another deep breath. Didn't he see how bad she felt about all this? Didn't he see she was truly sorry, but she couldn't help loving Draco? Why was he making this so hard for her? Hermione looked at him, not hiding the slight annoyance she felt, and looked away again.

"Well, two nights ago, after I had found out Malfoy was joining the Death Eaters, we ran into each other at the library, as you would remember Ron."

Harry turned to Ron, "You knew about all this?" His temper got the better of him.

Ron looked as if he were about to start trying to fix things up and explain when Hermione cut in.

"Please Harry, let me finish. You might not want to hear it, and Merlin knows I don't want to tell you some of these things, but it's important; and fine, don't listen to it, I had only planned on speaking Dumbledore in the first place."

"Oh, so you planned on telling my best friend and my professor all about your 'secret affair' but you decided to exclude this information from me?" Harry yelled outraged. "I thought we were friends Hermione!"

"We are Harry! Professor Dumbledore knew all about it already, I was just going to tell him everything else that happened. And dear Merlin, we are friends! You're my best friend and I swear I was going to tell you! I was, I just wanted the time to be right!"

"Why? Why couldn't you have told me sooner?" He yelled.

"Because look how you're reacting! I need support right now Harry! The love of my life is about to be turned into something far worse than we have ever imagined, and you're mad over some stupid petty thing of me not telling you something!" Hermione argued.

"Apparently, this isn't so stupid or petty! Else wise you wouldn't be as upset as you are now, and you wouldn't be treating this like it's the end of the world!"

"Why wont you just let me finish?" Hermione's eyes started to water. "If you want to be mad at me fine! Be mad at me! But at least wait until all this is over because right now I need your support as my best friend." The tears spilled over gently. "If I don't have you or Ron to help me through this I don't know if I can get through it at all." She sunk to her knees, sobs rocking her body.

Harry's heart melted and he felt ashamed that he put Hermione through this. He was just too mad at her for keeping something as big a deal like this from him. Alright, maybe he was over reacting, but she should've told him.

"You should've told me." He said as he wrapped his arms around her.

"I didn't want you to react this way." She complained.

"Hermione,"

"I know, I know."

Harry stepped back after that moments hug.

"Finish your story now." He told her in a much more calmer manner.

Hermione nodded.

"Where was I?"

"Library." Ron supplied.

"Right. So at the library we sort of had a fight. Malfoy and I, I mean. And afterwards Ron comforted me and I told him everything. He wanted me to tell you Harry, so don't be mad at him. He told me I had to tell you and I didn't he would." Hermione told him, trying to keep Ron out of the trouble she was in.

Harry threw Ron an appreciative glance.

"Well, while we were in the common room after I had told Ron everything, I was just all out of whack and my emotions were crazy but there's no excuse for – for what happened." Hermione looked at Ron for his approval to tell them what happened after that.

He gave her a slight nod and she continued on.

"I kissed Ron, and afterwards we sorted it all out, but Malfoy must've flown to the tower to talk to me and he saw me kiss Ron through the window." Hermione took in a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"After that I couldn't think of anything but making Malfoy understand that I meant nothing by that kiss." She could see Ron's eyes wince closed and she felt almost as horrible as she did the moment it happened. But still she kept going, "I raced to the next balcony I could find and thankfully he was only a bit ahead of it. I screamed out his name and only after I screamed Draco did he come back. We had a bit of a spat before he asked me why he shouldn't go." Hermione's eyes closed once again as she remembered, and a tear squeezed through her eye. "It was then I told him I loved him." A slight smile crossed her lips, but was gone as soon as it appeared. She wouldn't meet anyone's eyes when hers opened. "He came off his broom stick and we spent the night on that balcony." Hermione was careful not to tell them anything else that happened, and a slight blush reapplied its self to her cheeks at the thought of them guess what had happened.

"That day, you'd remember Professor, since Malfoy came to talk to you. I insisted I go with him, but he thought it'd be better if I didn't. Before that though he told me he owled his father." She pulled out a crumpled piece of parchment. "This is a copy, I'm surprised I still have it." Hermione gave a bitter laugh. "He was so terrified of going through with this. After he had told the Dark Lord that he would be going along with those plans he backed out. He was supposed to be punished for doing that. Then he told me that the only reason he said yes to it all was to keep me. That somehow Voldemort - oh for heavens sake Ron - knew about us, even though neither of us told anyone. That was when Malfoy and I were arguing but not about the usual stuff. We argued about how I was leaving him for Harry and Ron but I told him that wasn't true. So Voldemort - Ronald please - took advantage of that and told Malfoy that he could have me with him forever if he chose all the power he could have. He caved the last day of the offer." She conveniently left out the part about how she was his, and that's why he figured she should belong to him.

"Back to that day," Hermione got back on track, "we decided he should go talk to you Professor. I waited in the library until dark when I was expecting to see him. Instead I got a letter from an owl. I should've known things were wrong then, I mean how on earth would an owl even get in the library in the first place? But I was so wrapped up in the thought of talking with Malfoy that I forgot all about that part, and I mean it was in his handwriting." She sighed. "It told me we needed to talk immediately.

"I hurried to the greenhouses where it said to meet him and I was attacked. This is where things get," she searched for the right words, "interesting. When I came to, Malfoy's body was laid next to mine, but he was still unconscious. There were Death Eaters everywhere. I was panicking, I thought for sure my life would end that night." Hermione closed her eyes and tried to control her hands from shaking at the fear she remembered from yesterday night.

"Malfoy finally woke and Voldemort - get over it already Ron - came over. He told Malfoy that he should be punished for being a traitor." Hermione's hands fisted themselves as she remembered everything. "Voldemort," she didn't even scold Ron this time, "threatened to kill me if Malfoy didn't join them. I was so scared, terrified even." Tears reformed in her eyes. "But for the strangest reason, I knew I didn't have to worry. I knew Draco would work it all out." The tears spilled and Hermione brought her hand to an eye and wiped the tears away. Harry and Ron didn't make a fuss that she went from calling him Malfoy to Draco when they saw the tears. "Draco made a deal with them. He would do anything they asked, if they let me go. If they just returned me to Hogwarts with not a scratch on my body, and they couldn't kill me." Hermione took in a shuddering breath.

"Voldemort agreed and set me free." She paused to wipe the tears from her eyes. The memory was so vivid, and reliving it now, so soon, hurt just as much.

"I was hauled back by two Death Eaters and I fought against them. I wasn't going to leave him there to go through all that. He had promised me that he wouldn't leave me. He promised he'd stay with me." Harry and Ron watched Hermione, their hearts aching for her. They had never seen her so upset, so hurt, and so hopeless.

"I fought my way free and ran back to him. He held me for a moment while I reminded him of his promise. I told him he promised to stay with me. I shouted for him not to do it." She sunk to her knees as the tears kept coming. "I'll always remember his last word to me then. I told him, 'stay with me,' and- and he said," she sobbed, "he said 'always.'" She cried into her hands.

Harry and Ron crouched down with her and rubbed her back. Ron handed her a tissue.

"I'm sorry for getting so emotional," she blew her nose on the tissue and wiped her eyes with another one.

Harry shook his head. "Don't worry about it." He told her calmly.

As her tears stopped coming so heavily, and her breathing went back to normal she looked up to Harry.

"You know, I thought out of you and Ron, you'd be the calmer one. I mean I figured Ron would've exploded at this news." Hermione confided.

"Yeah, well," Harry gave a half grin and a short laugh, "we never thought you'd bang Malfoy so there you go."

"Harry!" Hermione slapped his arm gently, and gave an awkward laugh.

The three then heard a throat clear and remembered they were still in Dumbledore's office. Hermione stood up and faced Dumbledore.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

"Don't be sorry, Miss Granger. You did the right thing." He smiled kindly at her.

Hermione returned his smile with a small one of her own, but stopped smiling when her eyes slipped past Dumbledore's head. There behind him was a picture of a father and son.

"Wait!" Hermione shouted.

Dumbledore looked slightly taken aback.

"We weren't going anywhere Miss Granger." He told her nicely.

"I-I'm sorry. But there's something else. Oh how on Earth did I forget this? Okay, there's another thing. While I was there, while Draco and Voldemort were arguing Draco said something. Draco gave Voldemort orders on getting me back safely and Voldemort asked," she did her impression of Voldemort, "'you dare give me orders boy?' Then Draco said, 'might as well get used to it now, son.'" Hermione told them. She walked over to the book case and rested her arm on it. "I think, well I remember one time when Draco and I were talking he said that Voldemort had big plans for him; plans I wouldn't even dream to think of, or something like that." She looked at Dumbledore and back at the book cases, "And when Draco told Voldemort he should get used to the orders Voldemort didn't say anything except that Draco wouldn't give him orders for long when that time comes. I don't know what-" at this moment Fate decided to come back into the picture and help the girl out. A book on the book case slid out of place a bit and caught her attention.

She read the title out loud, "Wizard Reincarnation – Rebirth of the most powerful wizards of our time Book 1."

Hermione's eyebrow went up in understanding as she figured it all out.

"Oh," she extended the word. "Oh, oh, oh! I've got it! " She practically screamed. "I remember now that the Death Eaters questioned Voldemort. He told them they should take orders from Draco and they should get used to it because for those nine months and the first few years he's to be reborn they'd be taking orders from him." She rambled on. She looked at Dumbledore. "He – Voldemort's going to reincarnate himself. He's going to use Draco as the father and Pansy as the mother! Two purebloods." She thought she finally understood.

"No, no that can't be right." Harry said. "Didn't he promise you to Malfoy?" Harry asked confused.

Hermione's brain went ticking again.

"No, but that would be a pureblood and a muggle born." She said confused. "And he might not keep his promise Harry, the man is evil."

"Isn't that what he was originally though? A mix of a pureblood and muggle born?" Ron asked.

"He'll come back the same." Hermione said softly as realization hit her.

"What?" Ron asked.

"Voldemort will come back the same when he's reborn. The same as the first time, though through this birth he'll have the power he gave Draco mixed with Draco's and if what we're saying is right then…mine too." Hermione could understand that, she was powerful witch, the brightest of their year, surpassing Draco.

Draco.

"Draco won't stay there. After he gets the power he'll come back for me. I know it." Hermione said, her head shaking. "Voldemort had to have known that," she looked at Dumbledore, "right? He would've known Draco would kill him and escape with all the new power he got, right?"

"I do believe that is true. Voldemort wouldn't have ruled that possibility out." Dumbledore answered.

"No," she shook her head and looked Dumbledore dead in the eye. "In fact he was probably counting on it."

-Unknown Secret Chapel- Midnight –

Draco's mind scurried from thought to thought hurriedly as two Death Eaters dragged him to a secret chapel. Draco had no idea where any of the places in the Death Eater world was. Every place was a new place with these people.

No, start thinking on how to escape, he told himself. He looked around at all the Death Eaters, all that evil, all that power.

Power. That was it!

There were having the power ceremony first right? He'd have more power than all of the combined, including Voldemort. He could escape then.

Draco was brought to the alter in front of rows and rows of Death Eaters. He looked at all of them.

Soon he would be free. He'd take those powers and he'd get out. He'd leave and make sure Hermione was safe, then…well then he would plan something out with Dumbledore.

"On your knees, boy." The Death Eater he recognized as McNair spoke. He shoved Draco down to his knees and backed away.

The two Death Eaters that were previously holding him joined the rest of the Death Eaters in the pews.

Draco's father came forward, as the others were involved in their own conversations, anxious to get on with the ceremonies.

"You're making your mother and I very proud Draco. It was an honor when He came to us and told us of his plans for you. To know that our lord wanted our son to raise him when he was reborn was one of the most happiest moments of our lives." His voice lowered now. "You had better realize how great of a deal this is, boy. And after everything, he still chooses you. After you ran around with that mudblood!" Lucious spat, his voice still low. "He should've had you killed boy." Lucious walked away from Draco. Draco followed him with his eyes, glaring pitifully. Oh, how Draco couldn't wait to get his power and do justice on these people.

He noticed all the other Death Eaters all kneeling as Voldemort made his way to the alter where Draco was.

Everyone stood once Voldemort faced the crowd.

"Brothers, sisters," he called over the mass, "today is only the beginning for us! Today, I put one of your own in my place. I will give him my power and combined it with his. He shall rule as I have and once I have grown again I shall be stronger than ever! Then I will take my place back as your lord and together we will take over the world!" The Death Eaters cheered at this.

For someone as powerful as he, he could've given a less cheesier speech, Draco thought to himself, something maybe a little more thought out or motivating. Draco would've rolled his eyes, but he knew any wrong move in this place and he could still be killed or tortured for it.

Voldemort turned to Draco now.

He spoke quietly so that the Death Eaters couldn't hear what he was saying, "It's such a pity that you wouldn't join us on your own free will. I hope your opinion changes soon, with all the power you'll be getting." Voldemort said.

Don't be too sure of that, Draco thought for he dared not to give anything away of his plan on escaping. But as if reading his thoughts Voldemort smiled softly.

Voldemort pulled out his wand and a vile filled with a black glowing substance. Draco didn't know what it was, but he knew nothing good was going to come from it.

Draco closed his eyes, he wanted to know or remember nothing of this ceremony. His eyes shut tightly and he went over pictures of Hermione and him together. He saw them on the balcony, he saw them in unused classrooms, he saw them in closets, in hallways, and he saw their stolen kisses, their hidden smiles, their passionate caresses, their heated arguments. That was all he did for the entire ceremony.

As Voldemort shoved half that potion down his throat, he saw Hermione.

As Voldemort shouted out spells, he heard her voice.

As Voldemort sliced open both their hands and connected their wounds intermingling their blood, he felt her touch, her skin.

It was only until the very end did his mind forget about her. Voldemort hit him with a powerful spell, leaving Draco to fall forward and catch himself on his palms; his hand still sore from the cut, but his mind did not recognize the pain.

He heaved a few breaths and then pushed himself up. He felt better. He felt strong. He felt powerful.

Voldemort collapsed to his knees next to Draco breathing heavily. A few Death Eaters moved to go help him but Draco stopped them.

"Leave him!" He roared, his voice echoing the chapel.

The Death Eaters stopped immediately.

Draco turned to Voldemort who was raised on his knees.

"You fool." He hissed. "You just gave all your powers to me. You gave me your powers and your men. I control them now, and I'm not even on your side." Draco told him.

Voldemort looked up and had the decency to pretend to look shocked.

"For someone as evil and powerful as you, you were an idiot." Draco continued. "I could kill you now." He snarled. "Just so you know, I will not marry Pansy. So all those fertility potions mixed in with what ever the hell you were using to make it be you when she got pregnant all went to waste."

Pansy's outraged gasp was heard through out the chapel. Draco noticed her there for the first time. He saw she was in a pure white gown, though he didn't know why; Pansy was anything but pure. Her eyes glared at him.

Draco could understand though; as being a loyal follower of Voldemort, Pansy was living the dream to be marrying the substitute Dark Lord while raising the actual one.

He shook his head and looked back at Voldemort.

"Look at me Voldemort," he hissed and a chill went through the chapel at Voldemort's name. "I want you to look me in the eyes as I kill you, as I drain the life from your useless body. I want you to see how wrong you plan turned out to be." Draco told him, his voice calm and cold.

Draco's mind had been a complete wreck up until this point. He had only been thinking about her and then about nothing except the power and finally all the thoughts of Hermione, his new power, and getting out of here just jumbled in together. But now his mind was focused and set on one thing. Killing Voldemort.

Draco raised his wand and shouted, "Avada Kadavra!"

Voldemort's eyes went blank as his body fell to the ground lying flat.

There's a certain smile people have when they know something you don't. When they're hiding something from you. When you don't know what's going on, but apparently everything went according to plan for them, that everything worked out their way. It's secretive. It's malicious. Draco was so intent on staring in Voldemorts eyes he never noticed Voldemort had fallen to the ground with that smile on his lips.

So what did you guys think? Interesting enough for you? I had completely forgotten about Fate, but luckily I brought it back in time to still help :P Haha, has anyone noticed that Avada Kadavra sounds an awfully lot like Abra Kadabra? Hmm sounds close to me. Okay anyways, let me know what you thought of this chapter! I love your feed backs… they're great! Humor me, take a few guesses as to what's going to happen next, I love when I get reviews like that!

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