Disclaimer: My imagination belongs to me, so does the plot however all characters as well as objects, spells etc belong to J.K Rowling unless I have happened to make them up.

A/N: Well I must I am rather proud of this chapter so here goes...

It was a common belief that bad guys like to make some form of an entrance; they were of course arrogant and power-craving at all times. So when Voldermort came unaided without any sign of back-up you could just tell this wasn't the average meeting. His eyes focussed only on Hermione Granger not once looking away and he seemed to acknowledge the fighting spirit which would be so advantageous on his side during the war, this was not the type of dog which would just roll-over.

'You have two choices die or join me.'

The look of revulsion on Hermione's face was so clearly shown that an answer of 'no' was inevitable and there was a look of, was it pride? No Malfoy was seeing things as he saw the whole thing play out. Why would Voldermort be proud of a mudblood? Smug certainly but proud most definitely not.

'Its a pity you look so much like your mother, she was my most loyal death eater you know a real traitor to the light side. Her name was Minerva your transfiguration teacher I believe and I bet your father; along with his second wife never told you that, did they?'

Hermione was frozen not only in shock but in disappointment for the realisation that her real mum was her professor had been discovered very quickly. Yet she never believed this would happen, that her mum would be so bent on for revenge that she would turn to he-who-must-not-be-named for assistance.

'N-n-no'

'Use that pain come with me and we can make them pay for lying.'

She was so close to saying yes and then her conscience kicked in telling her word for word just how wrong it would be to take up his offer, 'what about Ron and Harry?' she muttered to herself they needed her. Nothing could stop her preventing this tragedy occurring but by saying no she guaranteed herself death and with death came the desertion of her two most beloved friends who would have to struggle on without her.

'I will'

He couldn't believe his ears what exactly did granger think she was doing? She was the most loyal and trustworthy out of the trio and here she was saving her own skin rather than giving an attempt to kill Voldermort a good old try before she herself was slaughtered as a consequence.

'Good my darling now just one more thing, we have some unfinished business. I believe Draco Malfoy who is coincidentally listening in on us, is a traitor to the dark side and thus your first job is to kill him.'

A mantra seemed to break out in her head: 'kill him, kill him, kill him' at first she could block it out, then a stronger mind brought it all back to the surface. This time it was a command and punishable by death if not obeyed. She closed her eyes as she reached into her torn robe and pulled out the pristine condition wand soon to be tainted by the power of one, very unforgivable spell.

'Well come on then kill him!'

The voice was more insisting now and had a certain reek of evilness about it as if nothing on earth could make that crooked mouth from which these words erupted, smile. There was something about that odour which made her scrunch up her nose and lose all that fear she had about him. Of all the things the big bad wizard smelt of, he smelt of irony, he stank of it even. Something about the way he stood , the way he had that look about him very much reminiscent of the average bad guy in a novel made Hermione laugh.

She saw Malfoy's point; for the first time in her life. Seeing a look of suspicion on her new masters face though she turned it into a cackle, if he could have his nose raised any higher you would be able to see the innards of his particularly ugly nose. She turned the rapidly appearing smile into a grimace, then a glare and finally the world famous Malfoy smirk. It was time.

'Malfoy'

She didn't even know why she shouted that word at him or for that matter why he looked her directly in the eye as she uttered it. The oddest thing was he seemed to nod at her almost in acceptance and then a beam of intelligence illuminated her face. He knew at least that is to say he thought he knew.

Then she said the six syllable word, the two worded sentence, the one way ticket to hell and most important of all…..the answer to freedom. She aimed with only a flicker of hesitation nothing could stop Hermione now:

'Avada Kedavra'

A thump was heard in the background as the spell made a direct hit, no one could call her a traitor anymore.

A/N: I bet you all you got that you can't guess who I killed. I'll give you a clue…..come closer or you won't hear……you'll find out in the next chapter (cackles). Didn't see that coming did you? Or did you? Tell me when you review and I know people have read this fic because my stats tell me so. If you guess correctly (only one guess each) you get to ask me one question either about Not Predicted or Everyday.