Death!

She awoke the next morning alarmed by voices, ones she had heard the night before.

"Hush, she's awakening," she heard Lucius Malfoy say.

"Good morning, Hermione," the one that called himself Lord Voldemort had said.

"Um... hmm... and why exactly would you be calling me by the name I was given and not by mudblood. As you are the one that started this whole mudblood hating thing, after all you are the heir of Slytherin," she said coolly.

"For one, you aren't a mudblood, my dear child." Voldemort had said.

'Eww... did he just say "my dear child" no, he couldn't have. That is sick and wrong. Shit! I forgot he can read minds. Hello Voldemort.' Hermione thought as she let out a little giggle.

Then she heard Voldemort laugh and say, "I see you had forgotten that."

"By the way, how am I not a mudblood," she said wincing at the word, "after all I am a witch born from two muggles."

Everyone let out a little laugh except for Hermione, she couldn't help thinking, 'What in Merlin's sake is so funny that I can't even figure out?'

"You, my dear, are the most powerful, smartest, I can't quite say the bravest but you rank high on that one, of your time. Did you ever think otherwise of your parents?" Voldemort had asked.

"Of course not! Why would I?" she asked.

Voldemort walked over to the bed and sat down next to her, he placed one of his boney fingered hands on her shoulder which surprisingly was warm not cold, against her bare skin.

"You are none other than the daughter of your's truly," he said with a grin.

"I... well... I... I am?" she asked, looking confused.

"Yes, you are. There is another thing that you don't know about. One that some of the dark side have known about, most have not. You are destined to be wed to a pureblood." He said from beside her with such relief that she believed about who she was.

"Who am I supposed to be wed to?" she asked nervously loking around the room.

"Master, shall I presume to tell the young princess who she is to wed?" Lucius asked in sheer excitement.

"If you wish to, yes you may," her father answered.

"You, Princess Bethany," he was cut off by Hermione.

"What! I have a different name too?" she asked.

"Sorry dear, forgot to mention that," he grinned sheepishly.

"Anyway, young Princess Bethany, you are destined to be wed to none other than my son, Draco Malfoy, the prince of darkness at Hogwarts," Lucius answered so quickly that it took Bethany(Hermione) time to take it all in.

"Your highness," said a voice from the shadows.

"Draco," Bethany answered.

He knelt on one knee in front of her and said, "Will you, Bethany- Anne Riddle, marry me, Draco Justin Malfoy?"

She had noticed at once that all the pairs of eyes in the room, including the ones in the portraits, were on her, waiting for the answer that would change their lives.

"I, Bethany-Anne Riddle, will marry you, Draco Justin Malfoy" she said as she lifted him into a huge embrace. All around them were whistles and applause from the death eaters and, their fathers. Her father was mostly proud of her and mostly ashamed of waiting so long to tell her.

"Daddy," she asked.

"Yes my dear?" ha answered.

She took him into an embrace and said, "I love you."

" By the way my dear, there is one more thing to your disguise that I want to show you. Please go and stand in front of the mirror," he said into her ear.

She stood there with her eyes closed waiting for him to show her and then, after a muttered spell, she heard him say, "you can open your eyes now."

When she opened her eyes she saw a stranger in the mirror. The stranger was a girl her age. The girl had jet black hair, emerald green eyes, lips as red as blood and she thought she grew about a size larger in the bust.

Her fiance, came to stand behind her with his hands around her waist he said, "welcome home, my love."

She turned around but didn't know what to say, but then it came to her.

She leaned into his ear and said,

"Death will Prevale, but love shall

conquer all!"