Disclaimer: Credit goes to JK Rowling...(and a few other companies, people, etc. who probably own a little bit of The Boy Who Lived...)
A/N: This was my first fanfic EVER. I wrote this about two years ago, WAAAAY before OOTP, so there are a lot of things that won't fit in with canon. My writing was horrible, and I switched back and forth between plot lines...but I still think this is a pretty darn good story. However, it is the only thing I have EVER completed in all the fanfics I've ever tried to write...so I thought I'd just post it online...It is a love triangle sort of thing...Hermione likes Harry, Ron, and there's some Draco in there too...so if you don't like this...then don't read it... Well, enjoy my REALLY old fanfic...
Chapter Fourteen - Sweet Revenge
"Harry!" Hermione gasped. "Can you untie me?" She asked desperately. Harry, however, just stood there, smirking. "Harry?" Hermione asked again, but he just stood there, with a sick, twisted smile on his face. Hermione's eyes strayed down to the dagger he was holding in his hand.
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"I'll get you some other time, Hermione. Then and only then will you get what you deserve."
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His words came flooding back to Hermione. She closed her eyes and gulped. She didn't take Harry seriously when he had said that...was he going to...kill her?
She heard his footsteps as he crossed the room and opened her eyes. Harry was bending down next to Draco's chair, making sure that he was still tied up. Harry mumbled something and stood up, looking over at Hermione.
"You ready?" He croaked.
"Ready for what?" She snapped back.
Harry laughed cruelly. "To die." He responded, twirling the dagger threateningly between his fingers. Hermione just determinedly stared back at Harry, refusing to blink.
"Revenge will be sweet." Harry muttered.
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Just an hour before, Harry had been sitting quietly next to the fire in his common room. Then without warning, the Portrait Hole swung open. Harry looked up from the book he was reading to see who was coming in the room. Harry just stared suspiciously at the open door waiting for whoever was going to come. But no one ever came.
Harry shivered as he felt the cold air from the outside corridor rush into the Common Room through the Portrait Hole. He shook his head and went back to reading his book. Out of nowhere Harry was hit in the back of his head and fell foreword and off the couch.
"Who's there?!" Harry asked, looking around him wildly to see who hit him.
"Crucio!" Someone yelled from behind the couch.
Harry was hit with the spell and writhed on the ground, grabbing the lightning bolt scar on his forehead which was searing with pain.
There was a high cold laugh and Lucius Malfoy uncovered himself from the Invisibility Cloak he was wearing, still holding his wand up in front of him.
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Harry was still twirling the dagger in his fingers, staring at Hermione with a look of relish. Harry crossed the room and stood in front of Hermione and bent down to look her in the eye, barely an inch away from her face.
"How do you want to die?" Harry breathed.
"Get away from me." Hermione responded through gritted teeth.
Harry smirked. "Slow and painful it is." He stood up straight again and looked over at Draco's chair. Draco was stirring, he was waking up.
Hermione saw him waking and panicked.
"Draco! Help!" She shrieked, trying to get his attention.
"Mummy?" Draco murmured randomly. "Where are we?"
"Draco! Harry's going to kill me! You have to help...you knew I was going to die—"
Harry slapped Hermione to make her shut up.
"Close that mouth of yours you silly little girl!" Harry yelled. Hermione grabbed her face where he hit her. She began sobbing.
"Harry...please...think about what you're doing."
"I've had enough time to think. You only deserve it. It's for your own good."
"Harry...please...have mercy..."
Harry slapped Hermione again.
"Lord help me..." Hermione began to pray.
Harry began muttering something under his breath that Hermione couldn't hear and Draco was still delirious.
Harry bent down and untied the ropes that were binding Hermione to her chair. She fell to the ground, sobbing. For one fleeting instant, Hermione thought she should run for it, but was too weak to even stand up.
After a few moments, there were footsteps coming from the tunnel leading into the Shrieking Shack. The echoes of the footsteps became louder and louder until finally Ron burst into the room, panting and clutching a stitch in his side.
"MALFOY, STOP!" Ron bellowed when he got into the Shack. He looked over and saw Draco tied up in a chair, Hermione lying on the floor, sobbing, and Harry standing over Hermione with a dagger. "MALFOY, NO!"
But Ron was too late. Harry stabbed Hermione in the abdomen and then removed the dagger from her bleeding, dying body. She didn't scream, she didn't moan, she just held her stomach and stopped crying.
"HERMIONE!" Ron cried and ran up to Hermione and held her in his arms.
And in that moment, Hermione's life flashed before her eyes. The memories rushed back to her, like water running from a waterfall. She remembered her childhood, getting her Hogwarts letter, and meeting Ron and Harry. She remembered her first year at Hogwarts and their adventures with the Sorcerer's Stone. She remembered her second year at Hogwarts and worrying about the Chamber of Secrets. She remembered her third year and how stressful that year was for her. She remembered her fourth year and how complicated and confusing it was for her with the Triwizard Tournament going on. She remembered the past year and all its events. She remembered her first kiss, and her first love. She remembered all the mistakes she made. She remembered all her bad choices and all her bad memories. But most of all, she remembered her friends. And she remembered her one true love...
Hermione opened her eyes again and saw the truth: the cold, cruel world. And in that split second that Hermione opened her eyes, everything would change forever. Her life was slowly ticking away...thirty seconds to live....twenty seconds to live...ten seconds to live...
Hermione couldn't really pay attention to the people around her, she was quickly fading away. There was no light, there was no darkness...there was just...death. Hermione Granger died in Ron's arms that night; and a bit of Ron Weasley died with her...
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A/N: Again...this is not the end! Only 4 more chapters to go! Please Review!
A/N: This was my first fanfic EVER. I wrote this about two years ago, WAAAAY before OOTP, so there are a lot of things that won't fit in with canon. My writing was horrible, and I switched back and forth between plot lines...but I still think this is a pretty darn good story. However, it is the only thing I have EVER completed in all the fanfics I've ever tried to write...so I thought I'd just post it online...It is a love triangle sort of thing...Hermione likes Harry, Ron, and there's some Draco in there too...so if you don't like this...then don't read it... Well, enjoy my REALLY old fanfic...
Chapter Fourteen - Sweet Revenge
"Harry!" Hermione gasped. "Can you untie me?" She asked desperately. Harry, however, just stood there, smirking. "Harry?" Hermione asked again, but he just stood there, with a sick, twisted smile on his face. Hermione's eyes strayed down to the dagger he was holding in his hand.
........
"I'll get you some other time, Hermione. Then and only then will you get what you deserve."
........
His words came flooding back to Hermione. She closed her eyes and gulped. She didn't take Harry seriously when he had said that...was he going to...kill her?
She heard his footsteps as he crossed the room and opened her eyes. Harry was bending down next to Draco's chair, making sure that he was still tied up. Harry mumbled something and stood up, looking over at Hermione.
"You ready?" He croaked.
"Ready for what?" She snapped back.
Harry laughed cruelly. "To die." He responded, twirling the dagger threateningly between his fingers. Hermione just determinedly stared back at Harry, refusing to blink.
"Revenge will be sweet." Harry muttered.
........
Just an hour before, Harry had been sitting quietly next to the fire in his common room. Then without warning, the Portrait Hole swung open. Harry looked up from the book he was reading to see who was coming in the room. Harry just stared suspiciously at the open door waiting for whoever was going to come. But no one ever came.
Harry shivered as he felt the cold air from the outside corridor rush into the Common Room through the Portrait Hole. He shook his head and went back to reading his book. Out of nowhere Harry was hit in the back of his head and fell foreword and off the couch.
"Who's there?!" Harry asked, looking around him wildly to see who hit him.
"Crucio!" Someone yelled from behind the couch.
Harry was hit with the spell and writhed on the ground, grabbing the lightning bolt scar on his forehead which was searing with pain.
There was a high cold laugh and Lucius Malfoy uncovered himself from the Invisibility Cloak he was wearing, still holding his wand up in front of him.
........
Harry was still twirling the dagger in his fingers, staring at Hermione with a look of relish. Harry crossed the room and stood in front of Hermione and bent down to look her in the eye, barely an inch away from her face.
"How do you want to die?" Harry breathed.
"Get away from me." Hermione responded through gritted teeth.
Harry smirked. "Slow and painful it is." He stood up straight again and looked over at Draco's chair. Draco was stirring, he was waking up.
Hermione saw him waking and panicked.
"Draco! Help!" She shrieked, trying to get his attention.
"Mummy?" Draco murmured randomly. "Where are we?"
"Draco! Harry's going to kill me! You have to help...you knew I was going to die—"
Harry slapped Hermione to make her shut up.
"Close that mouth of yours you silly little girl!" Harry yelled. Hermione grabbed her face where he hit her. She began sobbing.
"Harry...please...think about what you're doing."
"I've had enough time to think. You only deserve it. It's for your own good."
"Harry...please...have mercy..."
Harry slapped Hermione again.
"Lord help me..." Hermione began to pray.
Harry began muttering something under his breath that Hermione couldn't hear and Draco was still delirious.
Harry bent down and untied the ropes that were binding Hermione to her chair. She fell to the ground, sobbing. For one fleeting instant, Hermione thought she should run for it, but was too weak to even stand up.
After a few moments, there were footsteps coming from the tunnel leading into the Shrieking Shack. The echoes of the footsteps became louder and louder until finally Ron burst into the room, panting and clutching a stitch in his side.
"MALFOY, STOP!" Ron bellowed when he got into the Shack. He looked over and saw Draco tied up in a chair, Hermione lying on the floor, sobbing, and Harry standing over Hermione with a dagger. "MALFOY, NO!"
But Ron was too late. Harry stabbed Hermione in the abdomen and then removed the dagger from her bleeding, dying body. She didn't scream, she didn't moan, she just held her stomach and stopped crying.
"HERMIONE!" Ron cried and ran up to Hermione and held her in his arms.
And in that moment, Hermione's life flashed before her eyes. The memories rushed back to her, like water running from a waterfall. She remembered her childhood, getting her Hogwarts letter, and meeting Ron and Harry. She remembered her first year at Hogwarts and their adventures with the Sorcerer's Stone. She remembered her second year at Hogwarts and worrying about the Chamber of Secrets. She remembered her third year and how stressful that year was for her. She remembered her fourth year and how complicated and confusing it was for her with the Triwizard Tournament going on. She remembered the past year and all its events. She remembered her first kiss, and her first love. She remembered all the mistakes she made. She remembered all her bad choices and all her bad memories. But most of all, she remembered her friends. And she remembered her one true love...
Hermione opened her eyes again and saw the truth: the cold, cruel world. And in that split second that Hermione opened her eyes, everything would change forever. Her life was slowly ticking away...thirty seconds to live....twenty seconds to live...ten seconds to live...
Hermione couldn't really pay attention to the people around her, she was quickly fading away. There was no light, there was no darkness...there was just...death. Hermione Granger died in Ron's arms that night; and a bit of Ron Weasley died with her...
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A/N: Again...this is not the end! Only 4 more chapters to go! Please Review!