A/N: Alright guys.. Here it is. Last chapter of Heir of Slytherin... It's
divided up into Parts which bear the name of a Sin and a Virtue that are
each represented in that part. (I put a LOT of thought into this last
chapter). I hope you all enjoy reading it as I have enjoyed writing it.
Don't worry there's an epilogue in the making as well. Also another D/Hr
fic as well based on one of my song fics, I can tell you that it will be
nothing like this one however.
Disclaimer: I give it all to Ms. Rowling, but if I ever meet her, I'm gonna havta slap her from killing my favorite character.
Chapter 20 - Wrath
Part One - Faith / Envy
As much as she wished that it could go on forever, Christmas break was over, and Hermione was forced to return to Hogwarts. She was currently staring out the window, half listening to Draco babble on incessantly about how happy he was to be going back and getting to Quidditch. Hermione looked over across from her where Blaise sat and the two girls shared a rolling of their eyes, though Blaise herself was on the Quidditch team.
"You'd rather play quidditch then be with your wife, Draco?" Blaise asked playing the antagonist's role, winking at Hermione who then turned and gave a pouty look at Draco.
"Of... well.. Of course not Zambini!" he said flustered, "What are you trying to get me in trouble?"
"Just like messing with your head Malfoy..."
"Draco," Hermione said still pouting, "Would you rather play Quidditch then spent time with me?"
"Of course not you silly girl."
"Love you, ferret boy."
"Love you too mudblood."
"GAG!" added Blaise as the train rolled into the station at Hogsmeade and soon they were off in the horseless carriages.
***
The Slytherin table was all a buzz with the news of Hermione and Draco's nuptials. Poor Pansy sat down at the very far end not wanting to hear about it, as she herself had been there to witness it and that in itself was heartbreaking for her, much less having to stand as one of Hermione's bridesmaids. The whole situation thoroughly disgusted Pansy.
Eventually the buzz from the Slytherin table hit the Ravenclaw table, which then spread to the Hufflepuffs and finally on the other side of the room the Gryffindors.
Pansy at this point would have been great company for Harry, who like Pansy was completely disgusted. Why did he make Snape take him? He kept asking himself that same question over and over. When he slept all he saw was Hermione smiling and kissing Malfoy. It should have been him. He knew what to do with his anger. He bottled it up, this way when the time came for him to face Voldemort, he would have the hatred he need. The hatred, that Bellatrix had told Neville, he need to perform the Cruciatus curse. Voldemort would suffer greatly for everything he'd ever done to Harry Potter.
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Part Two - Love / Lust
January flew past and it was coming up on Valentine's Day. They had a Hogsmeade weekend the weekend before Valentine's Day. Draco and Hermione would be going their separate ways today, as Draco needed to get something and Hermione had business to attend to.
Hermione was walking casually through Hogsmeade when an arm reached out, grabbed her, and pulled her into an alleyway.
"Bellatrix?" Hermione said recognizing her aunt-in-law.
"I have a message for you Mya from your father," she explained, "Also my sister is waiting for you in Hogs Head."
"Thank you Bella."
"Yes m'lady," and with a snap, Bellatrix was gone.
Hermione then proceeded over to Hogs Head to meet with Narcissa and she assumed her mother, but when she got there it was only Narcissa.
Hermione sat down and Narcissa explained to her that her mother had gone back up to Northern Ireland. With all the commotion that would be occurring in the coming months, she thought that it was best and safest for her there.
"Narcissa," Hermione managed weakly, "Is there anyway that you and I could both apparate out of Hogsmeade for a little while? I have some things I liked to do, and I would be honored if you joined me.
Narcissa smiled at her daughter in law, "Of course dear."
*
While Narcissa and Hermione, Draco was walking around Hogsmeade looking for something suitable for his bride. He wasn't even sure what to get her in the first place. The only girl he ever had really gotten a gift for was his mum and certainly you don't get your wife and your mum that same things. He was kind of wishing now that he had brought Blaise with him. It was then that 'it' caught his eye. In true Malfoy fashion, he smirked as a devious plan unfolded in his head.
***
He watched her as she bade Mrs. Malfoy goodbye with a long hug and a kiss kiss and the promise to write very soon. With a song in her heart she seemed to skip back to where she was meeting Malfoy no doubt. He followed her silently and undetected under his invisibility cloak. When she was close enough to an alley he grabbed her, throwing his hand over her mouth and the both of them into the alley.
Hermione, who was totally blind sided, felt her wand fall out of her pocket on to the street outside the alley.
"Potter," she spat, "What are you doing?"
But he didn't answer. Instead he crashed his lips onto hers. He kissed her with none of the passion and love that Draco did, but rather what felt like anger and hurt and disdain.
She tried to scream but it was no use. He placed a silencing charm on her in an instant. He kissed her mouth again before moving don't her neck, leaving terrible and ugly bruises Hermione was sure.
As he was ripping her blouse open she was screaming without making a noise at all. At this point despite her struggling, she was sure that Harry was going to succeed in his intentions of raping her.
She closed her eyes and began to cry and soon her body as racked with sobs.
"Get... off... my... wife," was the next thing she heard and it sounded like the hiss of snake about to strike.
Harry abandoned Hermione for the moment and let her drop to the ground in the dimly light alley. Still in tears she fixed her shirt and promptly ran behind Draco.
"Now I know that you don't believe in sharing Malfoy," Harry said, "But I loved her first. I thought it was only fair."
"You're lucky Potter... Lucky I don't A.K. you right now."
"The mercy of a snake," Harry spat.
"The bravery of a lion... raping an innocent girl."
"She's anything but innocent Malfoy... You of all people should know that... She's a mudblood tramp right Malfoy?"
"Crucio!"
Draco turned to his wife with a shocked face. In the time that he had spent verbally sparring with Potter, she had taken her wand back from him without his realizing it. Not only had she taken it back... but what a way to use it.
Wordlessly, Hermione walking over to Harry, who was on the floor reeling in pain. She looked down on him, with a smirk on her face, and spit on him.
She walked back over to Draco, who put his arm around her and kissed her forehead as they walked back towards the castle.
***
Draco and Hermione sat in the Head Boy/Girl's common room on Valentine's Day, enjoying a nice quiet meal to themselves. They hadn't spoke about the incident with Potter since it happened or the fact that Hermione had used an Unforgivable.
"I got you a present," Draco said, taking out a small box out of his robes.
"You didn't have to," Hermione said taking the box.
When she opened the box, there sat on a bed of black lace, an emerald and silver ring, with an Old English 'M' in the middle of the emerald.
"Everyone with the name Malfoy, wears the Malfoy family crest in some way or another," Draco explained.
She took the ring out and put it on. She admired it before realizing she had the lace bedding caught on the bottom of her ring. But it wasn't really bedding at all...
"Lace undies Mr. Malfoy?"
"Well, there for you but mostly a present for me," he said smirking.
"I have something for you as well."
"You do?" he said excitedly.
"Uh huh."
"What?"
"Promise not to freak out?"
"I promise."
"Twins."
Draco promptly fainted.
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Part Three - Charity / Greed
Hermione was resting comfortably on Draco's bed, petting her stomach ever once and awhile, dreaming up names that went with Malfoy. She was happily daydreaming, not about the ever looming and rapidly approaching war, but rather her life with Draco afterwards. And of their children, of which she decided, there would be MANY. She contently hummed lullabies to herself as she dreamt of the gaggle of children they would be having, watched them all grow up, imagined herself and her horror struck expression the first time Draco took any of her children on a broom (which she silently giggled to herself about), from there to the children's Hogwarts years, where they would all surely be in Slytherin and Head Boy and Girl. That's when it hit her.
"Draco!" she called to him frantically.
Draco who had been showering, jumped as his wife screamed, and forsaking a towel, ran into the room, "What? What's wrong?"
Hermione forgot completely what she was going to say and rather decided simply to star at her very naked, very dripping wet husband, whose gorgeous blonde hair was just as wet and hanging all in his eyes.
"If you called me like that just so you could see me like this..."
"And if I did?"
"You're a minx."
"Well, it wasn't my original intention," she said, "But I don't mind it so much."
It was at this point that Draco felt the need to ruin all of Hermione's fun and walked back into the bathroom to grab a towel and wrapped himself up. "Now tell me what was the original intention Mrs. Malfoy?"
Hermione sighed, "I don't think I'll ever tire of hearing that. Anyway, I was just thinking. What is going to happen to Hogwarts?"
He stared at her blankly, "You called me out of the shower to ask me what is to come of Hogwarts?"
"Yes?"
"Nerd."
"Ferret."
"Well what do you mean, 'what's going to happen to Hogwarts?'"
"I mean if during the war, it's destroyed, what's to come of wizard children?"
"It would be up to the Ministry I suppose."
"Draco... are you daft? We would be the Ministry."
"Draco Malfoy, Minister of Magic," he said arrogantly, "I like the sound of that."
"Draco Malfoy, Twitchy Little Ferret," she said smiling, "I like the sound of that."
"Mudblood," he muttered under his breathe.
"Draco! I'm being serious now. Our children are going to her to learn magic somewhere!"
"Durmstang. Or Beauxbatons. Honestly woman this is not quite the catastrophe that you are making it out to be. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to continue my shower," he said turning to walk back into the bathroom.
Hermione grabbed her wand quickly, "Accio towel!" she said with a smirk, catching Draco's towel and a glimpse of his butt.
"I had a bad influence on you Granger," he said with a laughing getting back into the shower.
But Hermione was not satisfied with Draco's answer. Durmstang and Beauxbatons. No, that would not happen. Her children would NOT be in another country at some undisclosed location for 3/4's of the year. Especially in Beauxbatons where there were ninnies like Fleur Delacour, who frankly still made Hermione's stomach want to empty itself.
'If there was only a way for her to..' she thought, but in true Hermione fashion, she had an idea before she could even finish her thought.
SHE would rebuild Hogwarts. Sure it would take a great deal of time and effort and many, many workers, and undoubtably a great deal of money as well. But surely she could have fund-raisers and with the combined wealth of the Malfoy family and the Riddle family...
Keeping with her father's ideals however, she would only be able to admit purebloods. As long as both of your parents where magical you were allowed to attend. Yes this would be perfect. And she could even act as school governor, as Lucius had done with Hogwarts until their second year.
She was suddenly hit with another realization... She was going to be in "Hogwarts: A History"
***
Harry Potter was not happy.
But that was all about to change.
Soon, he knew, there would be a war. And soon he would kill Voldemort once and for all. Soon Hermione would realize she was under the Imperius or something and she would come back.
Soon.
Soon she would be Hermione Potter. She could forget that whole ordeal with Voldemort.
Soon, she would be his.
All his.
[a/n: I know Harry's part is short... but he's going crazy... and it's really quite to the point.]
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Part Four - Wrath / Justice
"Congratulations to the Hogwarts Class of 1998," said McGonagall, "And now a speech from this years Head Girl, Hermione Malfoy."
A visibly showing Hermione got up to the podium, all was silent.
"Let the games begin..." was all she said as hundred of deatheaters, dementors, and giants swept into the Great Hall of Hogwarts.
"Hermione!" Draco called, "Get out of here..." he said before casting a dark curse on Ron.
And she did just that...
***
Voldemort stood regally in the Astronomy Tower, waiting. He hadn't been standing there long when Harry arrived.
"So Harry... It has come down to you. And it has come down to me."
"This is how it was supposed to be Voldemort," he spat, "This is how the prophecy goes. One must kill the other, I'm here to kill you."
"Harry my dear boy, why would you want to kill me?" Voldemort said with a disgusting smirk on his face, "What have I ever done to you?"
Harry fumed, "What have you ever done to me? How about ruined my life?!" he screamed, "You kill my parents! You took Sirius away from me! You killed Cedric. You took Hermione away from me. You've tried to kill me every year I've been here! Tried, Voldemort. Notice how you haven't succeeded... And you won't."
"Now, Harry let's be honest with ourselves hmm? Was Hermione ever really yours to begin with?"
"Crucio!" Harry screamed, sending the Unforgivable curse Voldemort's way. The spell hit Voldemort and was enough to make his body rack with pain, but only briefly. Voldemort straightened up again and regained his air of superiority.
"You're getting stronger Potter. They would have all been very proud. Why kill me Harry? Join me. Join Hermione."
"She's not my Hermione anymore," he growled through his teeth, "She's a Malfoy now, and what's worse is she's a Riddle."
"Have it your way then Harry..."
He yelled before Voldemort could react, "I hope this hurts... AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Green shot from Harry's wand and hit the stunned Dark Lord right in the chest where his black heart beat. Harry stood and watched as Voldemort slumped to the floor.
Harry Potter had defeated the Dark Lord.
It was then that Hermione burst in the door. She looked at Harry, then to the floor where her father lay. She looked to Harry with pain in her eyes before throwing herself onto her father's dead body weeping.
Hermione looked up at Harry, her big chameleon eyes blacker than night, "You killed him. You're no better than what you thought of him. And you're going to pay dearly for it." Hermione stepped back from Harry, "Expelliramus!" she yelled, and Harry's wand flew backwards and out the window.
"Hermione, think about what you are about to do," he said warning her, "You could go to Azkaban."
"Azkaban?" she scoffed, "You obviously don't know what's going on down there Potter. We're winning. Your little 'Order of the Phoenix' is gone. No more. You picked the wrong side to fight for Potter," she was bluffing, she'd ran away from the battle, she just hoped that she was right and could convince Harry. "You see, Harry, there is no good or evil. Only power... and those to weak to seek it," she said echoing the words of her father from their first year experience with the Sorcerer's Stone.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" The power green light that burst forth from Hermione's wand was so powerful that when it hit Harry, he went flying backwards slamming into the wall before falling to the hard cold floor.
*** Draco was completely winded and was taking the stairs by twos. Hermione had raced up to the Astronomy Tower long ago. Long before she had the chance to see that the Death Eaters had won. That wizarding England would never be the same.
He reached the top of the stairs and found Hermione on her knees next to the lifeless body of Voldemort and Harry was no where to be found.
She sobbed, and never looked away from her father as she began to tell him how she came up and found them, what she said to Harry and how she had killed him, gesturing to his limp body against the wall. Draco walked over to his wife and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and walked her out of the tower and down the stairs and finally into the Great Hall of Hogwarts, where they were greeted with,
"All Hail Lady Malfoy! Defeater of the Boy Who Lived. Long live Lady Hermione, the Heir of Slytherin!"
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A/N: tears.. That's it guys.. I just wanna point out a few things.
- if you didn't catch it... all the Sins with represented by Harry and the Virtues by Hermione
- Hermione knew her dad was going to die and that she would have to kill Harry for them to win, that's why she went into battle pregnant.
- I love that Draco and Hermione call each other 'ferret boy' and 'mudblood'
- What happened to ending with "Scar"? Read the Epilogue... which should be up within the day.
Also, let me explain the Virtues and Sins
-Faith: trust; fidelity; loyalty
-Love: duh.
-Charity: generosity; benevolence; helpfulness; mercy
-Justice: fairness; rightness
-Envy: the desire to have another's traits, abilities, or situation
-Lust: cravings of the body
-Greed: the desire for material thing
-Wrath: manifestation in an individual who spurns love and opts for fury (explanations from deadlysins.com)
I STAYED UP ALL NIGHT TO FINISH THIS BEFORE I GO HOME FOR THANKSGIVING BREAK IN ::checks clock:: 8 HOURS!
Please Review?
Disclaimer: I give it all to Ms. Rowling, but if I ever meet her, I'm gonna havta slap her from killing my favorite character.
Chapter 20 - Wrath
Part One - Faith / Envy
As much as she wished that it could go on forever, Christmas break was over, and Hermione was forced to return to Hogwarts. She was currently staring out the window, half listening to Draco babble on incessantly about how happy he was to be going back and getting to Quidditch. Hermione looked over across from her where Blaise sat and the two girls shared a rolling of their eyes, though Blaise herself was on the Quidditch team.
"You'd rather play quidditch then be with your wife, Draco?" Blaise asked playing the antagonist's role, winking at Hermione who then turned and gave a pouty look at Draco.
"Of... well.. Of course not Zambini!" he said flustered, "What are you trying to get me in trouble?"
"Just like messing with your head Malfoy..."
"Draco," Hermione said still pouting, "Would you rather play Quidditch then spent time with me?"
"Of course not you silly girl."
"Love you, ferret boy."
"Love you too mudblood."
"GAG!" added Blaise as the train rolled into the station at Hogsmeade and soon they were off in the horseless carriages.
***
The Slytherin table was all a buzz with the news of Hermione and Draco's nuptials. Poor Pansy sat down at the very far end not wanting to hear about it, as she herself had been there to witness it and that in itself was heartbreaking for her, much less having to stand as one of Hermione's bridesmaids. The whole situation thoroughly disgusted Pansy.
Eventually the buzz from the Slytherin table hit the Ravenclaw table, which then spread to the Hufflepuffs and finally on the other side of the room the Gryffindors.
Pansy at this point would have been great company for Harry, who like Pansy was completely disgusted. Why did he make Snape take him? He kept asking himself that same question over and over. When he slept all he saw was Hermione smiling and kissing Malfoy. It should have been him. He knew what to do with his anger. He bottled it up, this way when the time came for him to face Voldemort, he would have the hatred he need. The hatred, that Bellatrix had told Neville, he need to perform the Cruciatus curse. Voldemort would suffer greatly for everything he'd ever done to Harry Potter.
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Part Two - Love / Lust
January flew past and it was coming up on Valentine's Day. They had a Hogsmeade weekend the weekend before Valentine's Day. Draco and Hermione would be going their separate ways today, as Draco needed to get something and Hermione had business to attend to.
Hermione was walking casually through Hogsmeade when an arm reached out, grabbed her, and pulled her into an alleyway.
"Bellatrix?" Hermione said recognizing her aunt-in-law.
"I have a message for you Mya from your father," she explained, "Also my sister is waiting for you in Hogs Head."
"Thank you Bella."
"Yes m'lady," and with a snap, Bellatrix was gone.
Hermione then proceeded over to Hogs Head to meet with Narcissa and she assumed her mother, but when she got there it was only Narcissa.
Hermione sat down and Narcissa explained to her that her mother had gone back up to Northern Ireland. With all the commotion that would be occurring in the coming months, she thought that it was best and safest for her there.
"Narcissa," Hermione managed weakly, "Is there anyway that you and I could both apparate out of Hogsmeade for a little while? I have some things I liked to do, and I would be honored if you joined me.
Narcissa smiled at her daughter in law, "Of course dear."
*
While Narcissa and Hermione, Draco was walking around Hogsmeade looking for something suitable for his bride. He wasn't even sure what to get her in the first place. The only girl he ever had really gotten a gift for was his mum and certainly you don't get your wife and your mum that same things. He was kind of wishing now that he had brought Blaise with him. It was then that 'it' caught his eye. In true Malfoy fashion, he smirked as a devious plan unfolded in his head.
***
He watched her as she bade Mrs. Malfoy goodbye with a long hug and a kiss kiss and the promise to write very soon. With a song in her heart she seemed to skip back to where she was meeting Malfoy no doubt. He followed her silently and undetected under his invisibility cloak. When she was close enough to an alley he grabbed her, throwing his hand over her mouth and the both of them into the alley.
Hermione, who was totally blind sided, felt her wand fall out of her pocket on to the street outside the alley.
"Potter," she spat, "What are you doing?"
But he didn't answer. Instead he crashed his lips onto hers. He kissed her with none of the passion and love that Draco did, but rather what felt like anger and hurt and disdain.
She tried to scream but it was no use. He placed a silencing charm on her in an instant. He kissed her mouth again before moving don't her neck, leaving terrible and ugly bruises Hermione was sure.
As he was ripping her blouse open she was screaming without making a noise at all. At this point despite her struggling, she was sure that Harry was going to succeed in his intentions of raping her.
She closed her eyes and began to cry and soon her body as racked with sobs.
"Get... off... my... wife," was the next thing she heard and it sounded like the hiss of snake about to strike.
Harry abandoned Hermione for the moment and let her drop to the ground in the dimly light alley. Still in tears she fixed her shirt and promptly ran behind Draco.
"Now I know that you don't believe in sharing Malfoy," Harry said, "But I loved her first. I thought it was only fair."
"You're lucky Potter... Lucky I don't A.K. you right now."
"The mercy of a snake," Harry spat.
"The bravery of a lion... raping an innocent girl."
"She's anything but innocent Malfoy... You of all people should know that... She's a mudblood tramp right Malfoy?"
"Crucio!"
Draco turned to his wife with a shocked face. In the time that he had spent verbally sparring with Potter, she had taken her wand back from him without his realizing it. Not only had she taken it back... but what a way to use it.
Wordlessly, Hermione walking over to Harry, who was on the floor reeling in pain. She looked down on him, with a smirk on her face, and spit on him.
She walked back over to Draco, who put his arm around her and kissed her forehead as they walked back towards the castle.
***
Draco and Hermione sat in the Head Boy/Girl's common room on Valentine's Day, enjoying a nice quiet meal to themselves. They hadn't spoke about the incident with Potter since it happened or the fact that Hermione had used an Unforgivable.
"I got you a present," Draco said, taking out a small box out of his robes.
"You didn't have to," Hermione said taking the box.
When she opened the box, there sat on a bed of black lace, an emerald and silver ring, with an Old English 'M' in the middle of the emerald.
"Everyone with the name Malfoy, wears the Malfoy family crest in some way or another," Draco explained.
She took the ring out and put it on. She admired it before realizing she had the lace bedding caught on the bottom of her ring. But it wasn't really bedding at all...
"Lace undies Mr. Malfoy?"
"Well, there for you but mostly a present for me," he said smirking.
"I have something for you as well."
"You do?" he said excitedly.
"Uh huh."
"What?"
"Promise not to freak out?"
"I promise."
"Twins."
Draco promptly fainted.
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Part Three - Charity / Greed
Hermione was resting comfortably on Draco's bed, petting her stomach ever once and awhile, dreaming up names that went with Malfoy. She was happily daydreaming, not about the ever looming and rapidly approaching war, but rather her life with Draco afterwards. And of their children, of which she decided, there would be MANY. She contently hummed lullabies to herself as she dreamt of the gaggle of children they would be having, watched them all grow up, imagined herself and her horror struck expression the first time Draco took any of her children on a broom (which she silently giggled to herself about), from there to the children's Hogwarts years, where they would all surely be in Slytherin and Head Boy and Girl. That's when it hit her.
"Draco!" she called to him frantically.
Draco who had been showering, jumped as his wife screamed, and forsaking a towel, ran into the room, "What? What's wrong?"
Hermione forgot completely what she was going to say and rather decided simply to star at her very naked, very dripping wet husband, whose gorgeous blonde hair was just as wet and hanging all in his eyes.
"If you called me like that just so you could see me like this..."
"And if I did?"
"You're a minx."
"Well, it wasn't my original intention," she said, "But I don't mind it so much."
It was at this point that Draco felt the need to ruin all of Hermione's fun and walked back into the bathroom to grab a towel and wrapped himself up. "Now tell me what was the original intention Mrs. Malfoy?"
Hermione sighed, "I don't think I'll ever tire of hearing that. Anyway, I was just thinking. What is going to happen to Hogwarts?"
He stared at her blankly, "You called me out of the shower to ask me what is to come of Hogwarts?"
"Yes?"
"Nerd."
"Ferret."
"Well what do you mean, 'what's going to happen to Hogwarts?'"
"I mean if during the war, it's destroyed, what's to come of wizard children?"
"It would be up to the Ministry I suppose."
"Draco... are you daft? We would be the Ministry."
"Draco Malfoy, Minister of Magic," he said arrogantly, "I like the sound of that."
"Draco Malfoy, Twitchy Little Ferret," she said smiling, "I like the sound of that."
"Mudblood," he muttered under his breathe.
"Draco! I'm being serious now. Our children are going to her to learn magic somewhere!"
"Durmstang. Or Beauxbatons. Honestly woman this is not quite the catastrophe that you are making it out to be. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to continue my shower," he said turning to walk back into the bathroom.
Hermione grabbed her wand quickly, "Accio towel!" she said with a smirk, catching Draco's towel and a glimpse of his butt.
"I had a bad influence on you Granger," he said with a laughing getting back into the shower.
But Hermione was not satisfied with Draco's answer. Durmstang and Beauxbatons. No, that would not happen. Her children would NOT be in another country at some undisclosed location for 3/4's of the year. Especially in Beauxbatons where there were ninnies like Fleur Delacour, who frankly still made Hermione's stomach want to empty itself.
'If there was only a way for her to..' she thought, but in true Hermione fashion, she had an idea before she could even finish her thought.
SHE would rebuild Hogwarts. Sure it would take a great deal of time and effort and many, many workers, and undoubtably a great deal of money as well. But surely she could have fund-raisers and with the combined wealth of the Malfoy family and the Riddle family...
Keeping with her father's ideals however, she would only be able to admit purebloods. As long as both of your parents where magical you were allowed to attend. Yes this would be perfect. And she could even act as school governor, as Lucius had done with Hogwarts until their second year.
She was suddenly hit with another realization... She was going to be in "Hogwarts: A History"
***
Harry Potter was not happy.
But that was all about to change.
Soon, he knew, there would be a war. And soon he would kill Voldemort once and for all. Soon Hermione would realize she was under the Imperius or something and she would come back.
Soon.
Soon she would be Hermione Potter. She could forget that whole ordeal with Voldemort.
Soon, she would be his.
All his.
[a/n: I know Harry's part is short... but he's going crazy... and it's really quite to the point.]
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Part Four - Wrath / Justice
"Congratulations to the Hogwarts Class of 1998," said McGonagall, "And now a speech from this years Head Girl, Hermione Malfoy."
A visibly showing Hermione got up to the podium, all was silent.
"Let the games begin..." was all she said as hundred of deatheaters, dementors, and giants swept into the Great Hall of Hogwarts.
"Hermione!" Draco called, "Get out of here..." he said before casting a dark curse on Ron.
And she did just that...
***
Voldemort stood regally in the Astronomy Tower, waiting. He hadn't been standing there long when Harry arrived.
"So Harry... It has come down to you. And it has come down to me."
"This is how it was supposed to be Voldemort," he spat, "This is how the prophecy goes. One must kill the other, I'm here to kill you."
"Harry my dear boy, why would you want to kill me?" Voldemort said with a disgusting smirk on his face, "What have I ever done to you?"
Harry fumed, "What have you ever done to me? How about ruined my life?!" he screamed, "You kill my parents! You took Sirius away from me! You killed Cedric. You took Hermione away from me. You've tried to kill me every year I've been here! Tried, Voldemort. Notice how you haven't succeeded... And you won't."
"Now, Harry let's be honest with ourselves hmm? Was Hermione ever really yours to begin with?"
"Crucio!" Harry screamed, sending the Unforgivable curse Voldemort's way. The spell hit Voldemort and was enough to make his body rack with pain, but only briefly. Voldemort straightened up again and regained his air of superiority.
"You're getting stronger Potter. They would have all been very proud. Why kill me Harry? Join me. Join Hermione."
"She's not my Hermione anymore," he growled through his teeth, "She's a Malfoy now, and what's worse is she's a Riddle."
"Have it your way then Harry..."
He yelled before Voldemort could react, "I hope this hurts... AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Green shot from Harry's wand and hit the stunned Dark Lord right in the chest where his black heart beat. Harry stood and watched as Voldemort slumped to the floor.
Harry Potter had defeated the Dark Lord.
It was then that Hermione burst in the door. She looked at Harry, then to the floor where her father lay. She looked to Harry with pain in her eyes before throwing herself onto her father's dead body weeping.
Hermione looked up at Harry, her big chameleon eyes blacker than night, "You killed him. You're no better than what you thought of him. And you're going to pay dearly for it." Hermione stepped back from Harry, "Expelliramus!" she yelled, and Harry's wand flew backwards and out the window.
"Hermione, think about what you are about to do," he said warning her, "You could go to Azkaban."
"Azkaban?" she scoffed, "You obviously don't know what's going on down there Potter. We're winning. Your little 'Order of the Phoenix' is gone. No more. You picked the wrong side to fight for Potter," she was bluffing, she'd ran away from the battle, she just hoped that she was right and could convince Harry. "You see, Harry, there is no good or evil. Only power... and those to weak to seek it," she said echoing the words of her father from their first year experience with the Sorcerer's Stone.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" The power green light that burst forth from Hermione's wand was so powerful that when it hit Harry, he went flying backwards slamming into the wall before falling to the hard cold floor.
*** Draco was completely winded and was taking the stairs by twos. Hermione had raced up to the Astronomy Tower long ago. Long before she had the chance to see that the Death Eaters had won. That wizarding England would never be the same.
He reached the top of the stairs and found Hermione on her knees next to the lifeless body of Voldemort and Harry was no where to be found.
She sobbed, and never looked away from her father as she began to tell him how she came up and found them, what she said to Harry and how she had killed him, gesturing to his limp body against the wall. Draco walked over to his wife and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and walked her out of the tower and down the stairs and finally into the Great Hall of Hogwarts, where they were greeted with,
"All Hail Lady Malfoy! Defeater of the Boy Who Lived. Long live Lady Hermione, the Heir of Slytherin!"
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A/N: tears.. That's it guys.. I just wanna point out a few things.
- if you didn't catch it... all the Sins with represented by Harry and the Virtues by Hermione
- Hermione knew her dad was going to die and that she would have to kill Harry for them to win, that's why she went into battle pregnant.
- I love that Draco and Hermione call each other 'ferret boy' and 'mudblood'
- What happened to ending with "Scar"? Read the Epilogue... which should be up within the day.
Also, let me explain the Virtues and Sins
-Faith: trust; fidelity; loyalty
-Love: duh.
-Charity: generosity; benevolence; helpfulness; mercy
-Justice: fairness; rightness
-Envy: the desire to have another's traits, abilities, or situation
-Lust: cravings of the body
-Greed: the desire for material thing
-Wrath: manifestation in an individual who spurns love and opts for fury (explanations from deadlysins.com)
I STAYED UP ALL NIGHT TO FINISH THIS BEFORE I GO HOME FOR THANKSGIVING BREAK IN ::checks clock:: 8 HOURS!
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