Burn
Rebecca smiled in triumph, folding the note away neatly in her pocket. She felt happy, something she hadn't been able to feel in years. Then, some sort of regret plunged into her stomach; her heart paced increasingly. She would become a murderer. The idea of it was so compelling, yet dangerous. It's more than revenge, Rebecca assured herself. It's closure. I have to kill him. I am going to kill the person I love.
"You - you evil little son of a bitch!"
"Now, let's do this the muggle way. Kill them, Nott and Blaster!"
"Isn't going to be fun, Rebecca, watching your father die? Your mudblood mother? Shame really. But the Dark Lord's orders always come first," he cackled.
"No!" Rebecca objected, trying to stand still. She looked away, and whimpered once more as she heard her mother's scream. Her father was speaking to her, but she did not hear as he yelled out also. Soon, she heard two bodies fall to the kitchen floor after a flash of green light, where they lay lifeless. She felt her heart wrench and she managed a smile
"You're going to pay. Someday some girl's going to break your heart. It won't be me, but I swear to God, you'll get what you deserve," she said, shaking her head.
She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths. And he will, she thought to herself. He will get what he deserves.
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"You look cute," Hermione noted, pulling her arms around his waist, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek.
He looked back at his reflection doubtfully. "I don't think so..."
"Black fits you, you know that," she said, sighing in exasperation. "They'll love it."
"You're quite in a cheerful mood this morning," he said, raising a suspicious eyebrow at her.
She grinned at him knowingly. "I am just...happy."
"Happy," he repeated.
"Yes, happy. Is that so hard to believe?" she asked, folding her arms over her chest stubbornly.
"Yes," Draco answered carelessley. "I better go owl them and say we're coming."
Hermione smiled at him, nodding after him as he exited.
"Hermione, don't do this," Ron had pleaded.
Hermione's eyes welled with tears. The pain was too unbearable. She felt herself ripping apart into shreds. Don't do it, don't, a tiny voice warned in the back of her mind. But her knees threatened to buckle underneath her, and all she could hear the persuading voice of Draco Malfoy saying, 'Do it, do it right now, to rid of the pain, the unholy pain...'
"Avada Kedrava!"
The flash of green light that murdered her own best friend...
"Oh, Draco, dear," she murmured mockingly, a murderous look washing over her face suddenly, the smile gone, replaced with a sneering smirk. "I am going to be very, very happy at the end of the night...when you die."
-*-
"Miss Granger," Narcissa Malfoy bowed to her.
"Hello, Mrs. Malfoy. Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Yes, very much. However, Lucius has once again has been foolish."
"How so?" she asked politely, glancing at Draco, who was now dancing, his arms wrapped around a very pretty girl. She felt her chest burn somehow, but she ignored it, meeting Narcissa's pondering gray eyes.
"He has tried once more to get the Muders into the inner-circle. It's foolish, it is. He had to put several memory charms on them just to make them forget what he said," Narcissa was saying.
Hermione nodded in agreement, sipping her drink with small satisfied gulps. "That's dreadful, Mrs. Malfoy."
"Oh, dear, don't call me that. Call me Narcissa. Mrs. Malfoy sounds so old," Narcissa waved her hand dismissively, her blonde-silver strands shaking as she did.
"And everyone knows you're young," Hermione said sarcastically, but kept her voice down, so nobody but her could hear.
"Hey," drawled a voice. It was Draco, sliding an arm around her waist.
"Let's go somewhere," he prodded.
Without warning, Hermione splashed the glass of wine right in his face.
"What the hell?" he sputtered, drenching with red liquid.
"Don't hey me when you've been dancing with that senile whore," Hermione spat. Then she realized what she had just done. What was wrong with her? She wasn't supposed to be jealous - she didn't love him. Of course she didn't. This was ...this was just a play. Yes, that was it. She had to make him believe that she loved him so much that she was overprotective. But how come the jealousy still rose in her throat?
People were staring now, so Draco motioned Hermione over to an empty bedroom, where he cleaned his face with a corner of the bedsheet. Hermione watched him, bemused.
"What the fuck was that?" he yelled violently.
"I am sorry," she said casually. "But you should know not to ..."
"That girl. Was my cousin," Draco said, his eyes narrowing.
"Liar," Hermione said.
"It was. Selina Malfoy."
Hermione's face flushed. "Oh. I-I- didn't think..."
"That's right. You didn't think. Now you made a scene."
"Sorry," she mumbled.
He sighed. "Do you want to go?"
Her eyes lit up quickly. "Alright. Let's go."
"Fine." With his arms at his sides, he exited the bedroom, obviously waiting for her to follow.
This is it, she thought, taking a deep breathing, closing her eyes. A feeling arose in the pit of her stomach but she couldn't identify it. What was it? Whatever it was, it wasn't anything good. She put the glass on the bed, and followed Draco, her fingernails digging into her palms
-*-
He was already in bed when she caught up with him. He was turned over to the side so she couldn't see his expression, but she smiled timidly anyways, and sat on the edge of the bed.
"I am sorry," she prompted. For what happened...and what I am about to do, she thought silently.
"Alright," he retorted dully.
"Hey," Hermione said, her heart racing with guilt. "Want to play a little game?" she said slyly.
"What kind of game?"
Her smile grew wider.
-*-
"Hermione -" his voice came out muffled. His eyes were blinded by a single scarf that held tightly.
"Shh...I am going to do something to you..." she said in a sing-song voice.
"What kind of things?" he asked, playing along suggestively.
"Things you won't like." The voice did not belong to Hermione. He raised an eyebrow.
"Who else is there?" he called.
"Rebecca."
Rebecca. Rebecca. Rebecca. His mind could not clearly comprehend what was happening. His wrists were being plunged into something sharp and metal, his legs were being tied up by several ropes that were being bewitched to hold tight...what was happening?
Somebody's wand poked the scarf off, and he yelped aloud, but Rebecca's hand covered his mouth. Next to her was a smiling Hermione Granger.
-*-
"What the..."
"Don't scream, it'll be our little secret," Hermione hissed.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" he exclaimed to Rebecca. Rebecca was attired in black robes, her hair tied crisply in a bun that had wisps of auburn hair sprawled over her face.
"Draco, Draco, Draco," Rebecca repeated mockingly. "You are a little dumbass, aren't you? I can't believe I ever loved you..."
"What's going on here?" he spat.
"What's going on here?" Hermione spoke at last, smirking at him. "You're going to get what you deserve, Draco Malfoy."
"But...but you can't do this! I - I ..."
"You what? Do you love her?" Rebecca said, nodding. "That's so sweet, Draco. Too bad it's too fucking late!"
She took the wand out of her robes, pointing at his chest.
Hermione reached in Draco's pants pocket and got out his wand, pointing at his heart also.
He struggled to move, but he was in chains, and he looked up, his mouth parting.
"N-n-no," Draco whispered vehemently. "You can't! You can't!"
"Hermione, one, two, three?" Rebecca asked.
Hermione smiled back. "One, two..."
"Three!" they both chorused. He yelled.
"AVADA KEDRAVA!" Rebecca screamed with force, but the wand in Hermione's hand dropped to the ground, her eyes wide.
"No!" she suddenly screamed. No, this is not happening...why aren't I happy? Why aren't I...no, I couldn't have been...
Her heart froze for a few moments before it raced again. It seemed to take a century for him to fall. His lifeless body kneeled over as she continued screaming, Rebecca looking at her with a furious look on her face, as Hermione caught Draco right in her arms, crying.
"Hermione..." Rebecca said softly. "What are you doing? What's wrong? He's dead...you can be happy now."
Tears rolled themselves, stopping uncontrollably over her pale cheeks. "Happy," she croaked. "Yes, it's alright now..."
Rebecca was startled. She pulled an arm around her, her head over Hermione's shoulder. "No...tell me you didn't..."
"Yes," she merely responded. She studied his features. He had died with his eyes closed, a very rarity among the Killing Curse. His silver strands fell over his forehead, his lips set into a grim line. She could remember kissing him, touching him. The very evil person that had made her a murderer, that made her kill the most important person to her in the world.
And there he was. Her heart was shattering, looking at the person that had died right in her arms.
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4:26 P.M., August 4th, 2003.
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