Title: Hate Me

Genre: Angst/ Romance

Category: One Shot

Summary: 'You can't love me. Hate me. Please. It's a last request.' Hermione's last request to a friend as she is killed for betrayal.

Krysta's Notes: Sort of AU, and everyone is OoC. emphasis 'Talking' Normal Actions

x0x0x0x Hate Me x0x0x0x
She knew it was over. From the second she killed them, she was guilty. She stood in front to the sight her death was to take place and smiled. Yes, she smiled. She smiled and laughed. She didn't once regret her decision, or once regret that she had killed them.

The murders of the Weasleys had hit the papers faster than they found her. It was a tragedy for the largest family known in the Wizarding World to be killed. The only Weasleys alive are Bill and Charlie, who moved to different countries, Charlie to Romania and Bill to France, Ron, who was in a coma until just recently, and Ginny, who's mentally unstable.

They grabbed her and marched her onto the platform. She didn't look up at all. Her curly hair hung from her head as she loooked in interest at the wooden planks which made up a rather large platform. She finally looked up.

'Bloody hell.'

She muttered. She was surprised at all the people who came. She noticed Ginny just walk in.

'You!' She yelled loudly, pointing an accusitory trembling finger at the brunette.

'You, she!' She said, turning to the man who held her, trying to pull her to the back of the grounds. Still talking to the man, she continued.

'She killed my...my mother...my father...my three brothers!' She jumped from the guards grasp and hurled herself at Hermione. The restraints grabbed her again, and hauled her off to the back.

'Hermione! I'll never forgive you!' She screamed, her ruby hair flying everywhere.

She didn't care. Many people came and stared at her, giving her looks of resentment and pity. She just glared at them. She could see a few of her own kind place themselves in the middle row. Her own kind? Believe it or not, her own kind, was Death Eaters.

She had entered as a Light Side spy at first, gathering information for the Light Side, when they corrupted her. They made her adore the contorted pleasures they received from torturing people. She even killed a few muggles at one point. She enjoyed it. She felt needed.

Unlike when she was a Light Side spy, everyone watched out for her. The Light Side people didn't care at all. They had left her in a Death Eater house they were spying in and got her almost killed. She couldn't stand the Light Side fighters anymore. So, she became a spy. To watch the Death Eaters. At first, she thought it was horrid, until one day, she heard the screams of innocent torture, and laughed.

That's right, Hermione Granger laughed at other's mishap. She soon joined them, slipping slowly away from the Light Side. It then switched. She was a Dark Side spy. Professor Dumbledore, the head of the Order of the Phoenix had caught her at the killing of the Weasley family. Harry, Harry Potter, had the mischance of taking her in. She had grinned at him, as his emerald eyes burned with tears. She had sent his girlfriend off her rocker, and chipped years off of his best friend and her former friend's life.

She remebered the whole killing. It made her distend with superbia, of a job well done, as told by Lord Voldemort himself.

x0x0x0x Flashback x0x0x0x
Running into the house with two fellows, her black cloaked figure was spotted by Molly Weasley.

'A Death Eater! In my house! Arthur, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny! Oh help!' One of my co-assistants grabbed her, and killed her, leaving her pale faced, wide eyed on the floor. The three of them ran up the stairs and into Fred and George Weasley, who loooked at them in shock, before running quickly up the stairs.

'Avada Kervada!' She yelled, getting Fred to the ground. Of course no one recognized her voice.

They opened the door to see George Weasley standing in front of a scared Ron and Ginny Weasley. Her other assistant in the job killed George Weasley, and stood over the two trembling Weasleys. She smiled, until Arthur Weasley burst in.

'You can't just come in here and kill..." He never finished, for she had the pleasure of taking his life. Ginny and Ron stood, already scared. One of her co-assistants hit a stunning spell to Ron's head, knocking him out for now. Advancing on Ginny, a loud sound resounded through the house. Members of the Order filed in, and they fled the grounds.

She was stunned and once they identified her, she was automatically set up for a killing for perfidy.

x0x0x0x End Flashback x0x0x0x
Ron Weasley filed in, and had the nerve to sit in the front row, his blue orbs challenging her toffee ones. She broke the stare and looked down, unable to explain with her eyes why she had really traded sides or why she had really killed his parents. She really didn't know now why she had done the things she did, or why she took the lives she took. She thought it was what was destined for her.
Her first assisant came in, strolled up to the platform. His grey eyes showed a comtempt form of sadness.

'Hermione. I'll miss you. No one could make 'em scream like you. Thanks for switching.' He said, brushing his hand across her face, wiping a smudge onto her cheek from his Mark.

'I'll miss the torture too, Draco. I'm still inside of you. Never forget that. Wherever you go, whoever you torture.' And she pressed an ink mark from her Mark onto his pale face.

It was a way of showing sadness. By spreading the ink of your Dark Mark onto a person's face. It showed sadness. The way they talked, it was natural for them. Many people, including Ron who shot her a look for conversing with him like that, thought it was just disturbing.

Her second assistant on the job entered, hands in a cuff. They didn't trust him, and allowed him to see her. His blue eyes challenged hers.

'Hermione.' He whispered softly, a compassionate note stuck in his saddened laced voice. She didn't want him to love her, they were Death Eaters for crying out loud! His curly dark hair was ruffled in a fighting kind of way, but his eyes had a twinkle to them.

'Why are you saying this to me like that?' She asked, confused. He couldn't possibly care that much for her.

'I'm not supposed to care for you the way I do.' He sighed.

'Damn right!' She hissed to him, a spark of sadness in her eyes.

'But I do. Can't change it.' He said, kissing her on the lips softly, before rubbing ink from his Mark onto her cheek while his guard was distracted. Although no one could see him nor the other assistant rub it on her face. She rubbed her also, giving him a freboding look. The guard led him away, as the killing started.

Her hands were tied against the post. They were pinned above her head, her feet below her. She was suspended in the air.

'Great, I feel like bloody Jesus, fucking Christ.' She said, shifting her weight so it wasn't painful. The judge of the killing stepped up.

'This witch, Hermione Annitha Granger, is being killed for treason against the Order of the Phoenix. Any last requests, Miss Annitha?' She scowled at her muggle name, Hermione. Her Death Eater name was Lorenz, but she refrained from use of her real name.

'Actually, yes. A few. Nobody here, should pity me. I am not sorry for the lives shed, or the tears wasted. I feel content with myself, and glad I'm dying for a right cause in my books. Those of you Light Side bitches--'

Here, the executioner jabbed her, making her jump.

' Who thought it was absolutely funny to leave me for death in that house, made a huge mistake. It's all your fault--'

Again, she was jabbed.

'And as for this last request, no one, but one person, will understand me.'

She took a breath as everyone watched her.

'You can't love me. Hate me. Please, it's my last-- request.' She got out, before the executioner took her life.

Next Chapter, Him, Her, and I

Characters: Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Blaise Zabini