Sorry it took me so long to update. I didn't want to repetative, there's only so many ways people can fight and I'm not the best at writing fight scenes. I hope you like this chapter :)

Chapter Thirty Six

The Battle Pt 2

Ginny shot the first spell at her opponent. "Reducto!"

Hermione and Asteron swerved to the side to avoid the curse. Hermione gasped at the harsh curse. "I can't believe she would resort to reducing us to rubble!"

Asteron snorted. "She's the Dark One. Somehow, I don't think she really cares how she kills us."

Hermione sighed. "Right. I forget that part! Furnunculus!"

Ginny hissed as several boils sprang up across her body. With a quick healing spell they eased away. "Avada Kedavra!"

Hermione yelped and threw herself onto Asteron's body. The curse flew over her head by mere inches. "Rictusempra!"

Ginny merely batted the curse away with a shield. "What's the matter, Granger? Afraid to use a real curse?"

"Ginny, I don't want to hurt you!" Hermione called.

"That's too bad. We're going to hurt you." Acheron taunted his rivals. He shot a flame towards the two.

The flames simply bounced off of Asteron's thick scales, but Hermione cried out as the flames burned her skin. A strong healing spell soothed the pain and small scars appeared on her arms.

"Expelliarmus!" Hermione growled.

Ginny's wand flew out of her hand. Acheron shot towards it and Ginny caught it once more.

"Did you really think that was the best spell to use?" Ginny sneered. "It's so first year."

Hermione glared at her. "Sectumsempra!"

Ginny only just dodged the spell, it catching her arm slightly. "That's more like it. Avada Kedavra!"

Hermione and Asteron narrowly missed the curse. Hermione's heart was in her mouth and she could feel her pulse racing. Her heart was hammering so much that it almost hurt.

"That was close."

Asteron nodded. "It was."

"Some how I don't think that it's over yet." Hermione muttered as Ginny turned a sharp corner on Acheron's back.

The two women stared at each other, hate and fury in one's eyes and pain and regret in the other's.

Hermione sighed. "I wish I could change you, but I know that will never happen. Not now."

Ginny smirked. "You're right. I will never change. Flippendo!"

Hermione gasped as she was flung off of Asteron's back. She could hear the wind whistling past her as the ground rushed up to meet her. In fear, she shut her eyes and prayed.

There was a loud thump, like wind hitting a sail that was suddenly released, and she landed hard. With a groan, she opened her eyes to see Asteron. He had flown down and caught her.

"Asteron?" She wheezed.

"I'd tell you to get your breath back, but the enemy's coming fast." Asteron told her.

Hermione looked up to see Ginny and Acheron speeding down towards them, Ginny's hair flying behind her. She looked like some kind of avenging angel. Or demon.

"I really have to kill her, don't I?" Hermione whispered, as she finally realised that Ginny was never going to stop until she was dead. Or until Ginny herself was dead.

Asteron nodded gravely. "Sadly, yes."

Hermione pulled herself up and seated herself properly. "Then I guess its time to fight."

With that, Witch and Dragon rushed up into the sky to meet their enemies on an onslaught of spells.

A swift cutting hex caught Hermione's hand and her wand tumbled from her grasp, into the battle field below. "No!"

"It's gone. You have to do something!" Asteron urged, panic in his voice as Ginny raised her wand.

Hermione shut her eyes and summoned up the small bit of wandless magic she had been able to master before the war got so great she wasn't able to study it further.

She held out her uninjured hand. "Expelliarmus!"

Ginny gasped as her wand flew from her grasp and also disappeared into the battle below. "You-"

"Witch? Yes, I know." Hermione replied.

"Mistress, you must fight on soil now. Use the swords. I cannot help you any more, but I can attack the dragon." Acheron told Ginny with a sinister note to his voice.

Both dragons landed and their owners slid off of the backs. Then they took to the skies to begin their own battle.

The two women each pulled swords from their backs. Ginny's was incrusted with a blood red ruby while Hermione's had beautiful green emeralds.

Ginny didn't say anything before she lashed forward, aiming for Hermione's heart.

Hermione swiftly brought up the sword and blocked her swing. "Not bad. Been practising?"

"Of course." Ginny sneered.

Hermione ducked and swung her sword low, aiming for Ginny's feet. Ginny elegantly jumped over the blade, ignoring as it nicked the flesh of her ankle.

They moved around each other, sometimes getting a hit on the other and others their attacks being blocked.

Hermione swung at Ginny and the other brought her sword up to block it. Hermione moved her blade back and tucked it under the blade of the other sword. With a sharp motion, the sword flew from Ginny's hand and landed a metre away.

With sharp kick to the other girl's legs, Ginny went down and ended sitting on the floor at Hermione's feet.

Hermione brought the sword down level with Ginny's heart, her eyes hardened.

"Hermione? Are you going to kill me?" Ginny whispered, fear and tears filling her eyes.

"I have to." Hermione replied sadly.

"I can change. I promise. I can change." Ginny wept.

Hermione's resolve began to waver.

"Please, Mione. Help me." Ginny looked up at her through sodden eye lashes with pain filled eyes.

Hermione sighed and lowered her sword. She bent down and reached out to help Ginny up.

A white hot pain shot through her stomach. In shock, she stepped back and looked down at her stomach. A silver dagger protruded from the wound, the handle encrusted with rubies.

She looked up to see Ginny standing over her with a cruel smile on her face. "Poor, trusting Hermione. I'll never change. You were just too naïve and guess what? I win."

Hermione's breaths were coming in gasps now and the edges of vision started to go black. She could hear her lovers' cries and her heart bled for them.

The last thing she saw was Ginny's smirking face as it all went blissfully dark.

Ginny grinned as Hermione's eyes slid shut. She spun to face the armies. What was left of them. The light were looking on, a defeated air about them. Their last hope was gone.

"You. Snape. Check her pulse." She ordered.

Severus bowed his head and hurried to his lover's side. "Hermione? Please, wake up. Don't be dead."

His shaking hands were pressed to the side of her neck. He felt frantically for a pulse, but none beat against his fingers.

"She…she's dead." He announced.

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