Chapter Eight
Tragique
Tragic
A/N: Hey you guys have told me, well some of you anyways, that having Diavola speak in French sometimes is annoying and would I stop? Well, to inform you I myself speak French as a first language and Di comes from France so she likes to keep it fresh. I try to put the translation after but sometimes I do forget. So, I want you guys to tell me get rid of it or keep it? If you say get rid of the French this will be the last chapter with any French except the title but if you say keep it then I will continue. Thanks for the input!
Diavola was armed with her supplies, she was ready to fight, and she was ready to win. She planned her attack for midnight where she knew Draco and Hermione would be taking a nice "dip" in the lake, still not having told anyone about their relationship they had to sneak around.
She went to her room and slammed the door shut, magically arming it so that anyone trying to get in couldn't. She laid out her supplies in front of her, the invisibility cloak, the potions, her wand, everything was there.
She had made up her mind to kill Hermione with an Unforgivable Curse, she would sneak over and throw off her cloak, she wanted Hermione to know who killed her, she would utter the curse, stop Draco from saving Hermione and it would be done. She would use her potion to sprinkle around the site, masking the evidence from anyone coming to investigate what had happened.
She laughed as she thought about what she would do with Draco. She would let him witness what happened and know who had killed his precious Hermione, but she would use her other potion to keep him from uttering a word, no matter what anyone did to get him to.
Yes, that was what she was going to do, he would have to bare the knowledge of what happened, and that he didn't stop it but still be completely hers, because that was the other potion she got, breuvage magique commandant, a commanding potion and she was going to use it on him and then her life would be perfect, she would have everything she ever wanted.
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Draco and Hermione walked hand in hand towards the lake. It was a now common ritual for them to visit the lake once a week, also the room of requirement, the tower, the forbidden forest, anywhere they could find some privacy.
They approached the glistening waters of the school's lake bathed in the glow of the moonlight. Taking a knowing glance at each other they silently stripped down and jumped into the rippling water. Hermione dove down into the shadowy water and came up wrapped in water droplets smiling.
Draco and Hermione deeply loved each other, sure they still fought sometimes about Hermione's choice in friends, Draco's crude comments about non-purebloods, even though they had lessened, about who was smarter, but deep down they had a love that would survive for as long as both were alive.
Draco swam to catch up to Hermione as she drifted away on her back, eyes closed and her face showing relaxation. He splashed her playfully and she opened one eye annoyed.
"Hey that's not very nice!"
"But Hermione, you know I'm not a nice person."
Hermione turned over and swam to him kissing him softly, "You are, that's why I love you."
Draco shrugged but didn't protest, enjoying the attention she was giving him. After, cuddling and playing for a while Draco turned his head sharply away from Hermione.
"Draco, what is it?"
"I thought I heard something, maybe we spent too much time here, we should probably go…"
They swam over to the edge and climbed out of the lake, heading for their clothes. They grabbed them and hurriedly put them on walking quickly away from the lake. After walking a few feet Hermione stopped and motioned for Draco to stop and be quiet to.
"Did you hear that? It sounded as if someone was walking behind us, I thought I heard footsteps, maybe I'm just being paranoid…no, there it was again, it sounds like it's in front of us now. Let's just hurry back." Hermione said worriedly as she grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him along, but crashed into some invisible force.
Draco and Hermione fell to the ground with a thud both groaning at the hit. Suddenly they saw what they had crashed into.
"Draco, isn't it just wonderful to see you again, oh and Hermione, comment gentil, how nice." Diavola's lips curled into a smile as she looked down upon the pair. "Surprised to see me? Harry and you Draco aren't the only ones that get to have little toys to play with."
"What do you want Di? Getting evidence for my father so you can tell him what I'm doing, go ahead, I'm not afraid of him or you anymore."
"Oh Draco, like I've said before I am always one step ahead of you, I already told your father, he's aware of what's been going on and is not pleased. However, right now he is the least of your worries at the moment, you should fear me Draco."
Diavola whipped out her wand and pointed it at Hermione an insane look plastered on her face. She stepped towards them as they scooted backwards fumbling for their own wands.
"Silly fools, I already took your wands I'm not an idiot. Now Hermione stop moving and I might make this quick."
"You might wonder what my plan is, well I'm going to kill you Hermione, to make it plain and simply. Draco's father has asked me to because you seem to have become an annoying flaw in the Malfoy family. Having seen the night Draco and you confessed your love thanks to me monitoring it he understands the only way for Draco to get back to normal is to have you forgotten permanently."
She pointed her wand at Hermione's throat. "You know Hermione, for a Mudblood you really are pretty, to bad you won't be able to live anymore." Diavola ran her hand down Hermione's face.
Draco leapt out at Di, trying to grab her wand and throw her off Hermione but Diavola poured out her potion on to Draco's head freezing his body so he couldn't move but was totally conscious of what was happening.
Hermione looked desperate as she tried to climb onto her feet and run from Diavola, but her effort was vain as she fell back to the ground. Silent tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to cry out for help but no sound escaped her lips.
"Well Hermione, it's been fun, I think me and you could have been friends if things had been different, then again, maybe not. Au revoir Hermione, see you in hell." Diavola said as she pointed her wand at Hermione and uttered the last words Hermione heard. A flash of stunning green light engulfed Hermione and then she was gone.
A/N: This is not the last chapter please, please, do not hate me for killing Hermione bare with me I beg of you and you'll see where I'm going with this. So anyway please review and tell me what you think French or no French?