Title: Hero
Rating: PG-13 (slight language. and lots of mentions of killing. I'm in an evil mood)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fan fiction. They are the property of J.K. Rowling and are not mine in any way, shape or form. Author's Notes: Dedicated to amyszalinski2000 for the song idea. However, I changed it from J/L to D/H because it just felt right. Hope that's ok.

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I'm so high...I can hear heaven
I'm so high...I can hear heaven
Whoa but heaven...no, heaven don't hear me
And they say that a Hero could save us
I'm not gonna stand here and wait
I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles
Watch as we all fly away

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As she lay her head on the floor, her arms chained up above her head, Hermione tried to focus her attention away from the pain sweeping through her body. Focus on the marble slabs underneath her. Focus on the fly that had just landed on her leg. Focus on what a pile of shit she had landed herself in.

It was all because of Harry. Harry Potter. The boy who lived. The boy who took on the Dark Lord. The boy who stole her heart and gave her his own. The boy who got himself blown up at the age of nineteen. All of his friends had been taken away to camps by Death Eaters. She had been specifically chosen to come here. The Dark Lord's headquarters.

She had been beaten countless times, strung up by her arms for hours on end and spat upon. But they hadn't killed her. She was almost certain that all of the others were much worse off than she was.

A knock at the door made her lift her head up slightly. It hurt to move. A figure, his black cloak drawn up about his face stood there, a bottle of something green in his hand. He took a step toward her and she lay her head back down.

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Someone told me love would all save us
But, how can that be, look what love gave us
A world full of killing
And blood spilling
That world never came

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"Good evening miss. Care for some wine?" he asked. His voice was strikingly familiar. Hermione racked her brain, trying to think of who it could be. "I'll take that as a yes. And I also assume that those chains hurt."

She watched him walk over to her and pull out his wand. In an instant, the chains disappeared and her arms fell to her side. The pain subsided and she sighed.

"Better? I thought it might be," he said, sitting next to her. As they sat there, side-by-side, the thought of trying to kill him occurred to her, but she brushed it away. He had a wand and all she had was her hunger-weakened body. "Your hero isn't coming, you know."

It was only then that she figures out who it was next to her. The thought of murder became much stronger, though much less likely.

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And they say that a hero could save us
I'm not gonna stand here and wait
I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles
Watch as we all fly away

Now that the world isn't ending
Its love that I'm sending to you
It isn't the love of a hero
And that's why I fear it won't do

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"Draco Malfoy, you traitor!" she whispered harshly. He laughed and pushed his hood back, his shock-blond hair standing out against the cloak vividly. I looked as if he hadn't aged at all since he had graduated from school. "Get away from me!"

"Ah yes, even torture can't get rid of your attitude," he said, a wide grin on his face. She tried to move herself away with her arms but quickly found them to be too weak.

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And they say that a hero could save us
I'm not gonna stand here and wait
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles
Watch as we all fly away
And they're watching us
They're watching us
As we all fly away

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"What do you mean my hero isn't coming?" she asked. He had conjured two glasses and was now busying himself with pouring the green liquid into them. It didn't look like any wine she had ever seen before.

"Just what I said, Hermione. Harry is dead. So are all of the others," he said, offering her one of the glasses. She reluctantly took it but didn't drink. So the others were dead, just like she thought.

"And why wasn't I killed?" she asked, lifting the glass to her lips. He watched her intently.

"Because there's poison in that cup," he whispered.

She immediately threw it to the ground. Laughing, Draco grabbed it and filled it back up.

"Only joking dear," he said, offering it to her again. She blatantly refused. "Voldemort is dead. He was found in his chambers with a knife through her heart this morning."

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And they're watching us
They're watching us
As we all fly away

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Hermione blinked. "And what does this have to do with me?"

"I was second in command. Now I'm head honcho. The big banana. The Dark Lord himself," he said, taking a swig of the drink. "And we Dark Lords get lonely at night."

"You make fun of me for years, snitch out my friend so he gets killed, then execute the rest of my friends and you expect me to be your wife?" she asked, scowling at the nod he gave her. "You been drinking too much of that stuff?

"Let's pretend for a minute that your life depended on it and that all the others aren't really dead," he said. "But they could be shortly."

Taking a glass from him, she downed it in one go. She would take her chances with the poison, though she wouldn't have cared it really were there. The Dark Lord's wife. Her friend's lives depended on it. Hermione Malfoy, the traitor. She would have to think about it.

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And they're watching us
They're watching us
As we all fly away

Whoaaaaa nooooooo

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