"Dumbledore," Ron murmured, looking like he was about to faint. His face was deadly pale. Hermione wanted to reach out and comfort him. She couldn't though. Her heart was racing and pain enveloped her from the curse. Hermione had never seen Ron cry before but big fat tears were rolling down his freckled face.

Dumbledore looked scary. Hermione barely recognised him. His jaw was set, his eyes full of anger, and his mouth in a grim smile. A strong aura of power surrounded him.

Dumbledore didn't hesitate to launch a big blast at Voldemort.

Then the fight began. Harry and Malfoy stayed out of the way, both smirking. Ron had his head buried in his hands. Hermione was just terribly confused.

Different colours of light filled the air. Harry still held that face of faint amusement. Malfoy's face showed deep satisfaction. Neither of the boys' faces displayed any fear.

The fight lasted a little less than half an hour. Nobody intervened into the fight but gradually Dumbledore and Voldemort were weakening.

"Well, I do think that is enough," Malfoy said loudly. "Don't you agree, Harry?"

"I do, Draco. I have become quite bored."

"Shall we?" Draco said, raising his wand.

"We shall," Harry replied nonchalantly, also raising his wand.

The two boys pointed their wands at Voldemort, both muttering the unforgivable curse that only Harry had lived through.

The green light enveloped Voldemort. He froze in mid air. His face showed evident bewilderment. Then his body crumbled to the ground, eventually landing sprawled out on the cold ground.

Harry and Malfoy laughed.

Dumbledore got to his feet shakily.

"Harry?" Ron said uncertainly.

"You're a hero," Dumbledore declared. "You're a hero. This was just some smart plan you and Mr. Malfoy put together. Why, Harry, I feel -"

But Hermione never got to discover how Dumbledore felt at that moment because Malfoy and Harry had both blasted Voldemort with the same curse they had used on Voldemort.

"Wrong, old man," Harry said and Malfoy laughed heartily.

Dumbledore fell to the ground, his face openly displaying disappointment.

"No!" Ron croaked, "No!" Hermione watched as Ron stumbled over to Dumbledore's body. "Professor Dumbledore! Sir! Get up! Please!" A second past and then Ron looked up at Hermione and said, "He's dead. Oh, Hermione, he's dead."

"Shut up, Weasley," Malfoy said. "We'll deal with you in a minute. Shall we call the Death Eaters?"

"We shall," Harry said, pulling up his sleeve to reveal the Dark Mark on his arm. Harry then put a finger to it and it glowed for a minute than turned black. Hermione saw that Malfoy was following Harry's example.

Instantly men dressed in dark cloaks and hoods apparated.

"Welcome," Harry said to them. "The Dark Lord is dead." Harry ignored the gasps that spread along the Death Eaters and continued steadily. "We killed him. That is to say I, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, killed him. We also disposed of Dumbledore."

"We are now your leaders. You will do what we say now. Do you understand?" Draco said, using the same polite tone Harry had used, as if they were talking about the weather.

"Yes, Master" came the collective and expected response.

"Draco," A voice said. Hermione knew the voice belonged to Lucius Malfoy. "Son, I am so proud -"

"Do shut up, Father," Draco replied, "or I shall have to kill you."

"Now," Harry said briskly. "Firstly we shall take over Hogwarts then attack the Ministry of Magic. Oh, I almost forgot, first Draco and I must deal with our old friends."

Harry and Draco exchanged a smirk then turned to face Hermione and Ron.

Hermione heard Ron gulp.

'''''''''''''''''

Hermione watched as the death eaters Disapparated. She couldn't meet either of the boys' eyes, she didn't have the guts, but she could feel the power and strength radiating from them.

"I'm having Granger," Malfoy said suddenly.

Harry's face became very cold, his green eyes narrowed to little slips. "Really now? Who decided that?"

"I did," Malfoy said, his tone causing shivers to race down her back.

"But," Harry stopped, "you know how I feel about Hermione. I told you."

"But I want her!" Malfoy seemed to be exasperated.

"I told you," Harry seemed to be shaking with fury. "I told you. I wanted her to be mine, to belong to me. It was part of the plan."

"Well," Draco turned to face Harry. "I'm changing the plan."

"You can't just do that!"

"Why not?"

Hermione watched the exchange numbly. Ron looked beyond confused.

"Draco, Hermione's mine. You can have Ron."

"Why would I want the Weasel? What can he possibly give me?"

"What can Hermione give you?"

Malfoy smirked. "A lot of things."

Hermione forced herself not to make a sound at that remark. Ron seemed to be fighting the same inner battle.

"Why? Why would you want Hermione? You can't possible like her! You're not attracted to her, are you?"

"So what if I am?" Malfoy kept his tone even but it made as much an effect as if he was shouting. Hermione and Ron both jumped. "I think we make quite a good pair. We're both smart, sarcastic, charming and irresistibly good looking."

"Hermione's mine. I told you that Hermione would be mine when we were planning against Voldemort. You said you'd just torture Ron!" Harry stormed.

"I won't get bored of Granger easily," Malfoy said, "but I'm sure Weasley won't last very long. You have Weasley."

"I don't care about Ron!"

"Why," Malfoy was grinning, looking like the devil himself, "don't we leave Granger decide? Who does she like best?"

"Well," Harry said impatiently, "She obviously likes me better. I mean, we were best friends for the last five years."

"I don't think that counts for much anymore. And I am much better looking."

"Hermione doesn't care about trivial things like looks."

"Every woman does," Malfoy said knowledgeably.

"How about we just let her choose? Of course, we have to make sure she tells the truth. Now where's that potion?"

Harry ceased it and both boys turned to her. "Now, Hermione, be a good girl and open your mouth."

Hermione struggled for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually Harry got fed up and used the Imperious curse on her.

Hermione couldn't break through the curse. Opening her mouth willingly, she allowed the foul tasting liquid into her mouth.

"Now, Granger, time to choose. Harry Potter, or I, Draco Malfoy?"