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A/N: Special thanks go to my only reviewer: 'dracoisthesexiestmanalive' must say I like your pen name!

On with the fic………………………..

'What!'

The scene was frozen Hermione had her wand out pointing directly at Draco Malfoy; however she wasn't the only one.

Draco too had his second wand out (the one he had decided was essential for survival) and was pointing it directly at a slumped figure mere metres away.

It was he that had broken the silence with that severely evil curse and his aim had been just as accurate as he had intended.

So had hers.

The voice who had questioned the reason for this breaking of protocol was recognisable as none other than the dark lord who had quite quickly noticed exactly what had occurred.

It was simply ridiculous, preposterous utterly inconceivable for why did Malfoy have another wand? He had never thought of something so, so, so…….clever.

In some ways he was happy that he had killed the idiot, in others he was severely agitated.

A simple instruction so easily broken

Hermione winced as she surveyed the utter pain she had brought upon herself, for what? Her own miserable life and the satisfaction that in some ways she had stepped through a loophole.

A 'him' to be specific was a male not exactly as it were a direct link to Draco Malfoy and thus orders were followed; the last hope of humanity destroyed.

Only she had missed with heart-breaking results.

It was then that she knew just how cowardly she was. During the war she had tried only to hex death eaters or stun them. Even when she realised that she would have to kill, Harry or Ron almost always stepped in and did the dirty deed for her.

Coward

She had killed, how many? At least a hundred if not more. The grief that followed almost immediately had made her contemplate suicide. She had hardened eventually though and here was the result for the first time she had done it with a selfish purpose.

This was not the type of Hermione you would ever want to meet on the streets.

So much the same and yet so ruthless, selfish almost identical in ways unperceivable to the man who had killed his own father, a man who now offered her power beyond her wildest imaginings, Voldermort.

You shouldn't have done that Hermione there is no hope left anymore now he' s dead.

Draco Malfoy had prepared himself for the dishonour of knowing he would be killed by a mud blood for in reality that was what she was.

The transfiguration teacher was muggleborn she had married a muggle and this filth was the result of such a combination; if anything she was more filthier now.

Such a coward, I always thought she was a Gryffindor at heart now I see just what a Slytherin she really was.

The silence had only been shattered for mere seconds by the screech of a surprised wizard who had died shortly from the killing curse; two to be exact .

Only vaguely disrupted by Malfoy almost seeming to salute his gracious fall, that and the exchange for the boys life in replacement of his own.

Young, oh so pure and young.

She swallowed the choked sob as she felt a single tear fall to the ground, weakness was not an option whether she was weeping inside or not.

He was like you Hermione, lost, hurt in need of healing how could you do it?

So very, very young.

It was Voldermort who finally got sick of the sight of a whimpering Hermione almost completely broken by her own actions, after all didn't you always feel far worse when you let yourself down?

Admittedly it had been ingenious the way she had given in to his will in order to keep up a façade of shock.

Only to hate herself.

'Well done Hermione although you weren't to know that I wanted him finished off by my own hands.'

A deep inhalation and a loud gasp.

The feeling of tension, crackling in the air as a wind gusted almost blowing Hermione over with the sheer force and then the knowing that she would suffer.

'Crucio'

For the second time that day she experienced pain only this time it was unbearable. Writhing on the floor, twisting and rolling her body into shapes that were not physically possible, the sound of a shoulder dislocating, the realisation that she could not trick him.

All this for nothing.

Then it all paused almost suddenly as she felt the snapping of twigs and movement of at least ten people.

Too many, too late.

She lost consciousness when she saw Ron whisper to her distraught.

'How could you kill Harry, Hermione?'

Then a terrible silence as the fact that they are surrounded hits them head on. She had thought there was a cease fire then she realised it was only the calm before the storm.

Je sens le calm avant l'orage

The peaceful weather and clear skies before a hurricane, a cyclone, a typhoon emerges from the ashes of something they surely thought was broken; call it what you like nothing could stop the disaster occurring.

Pride before a fall.

The truth was she needed Draco Malfoy in ways that she did not need her best friend.

He always made her realise just how evil the world could be and for that she was truly thankful.

Without him she wouldn't grasp why people were evil. With him she knew that it was survival of the fittest

She liked the challenge.

That and he needed questioning about the certain deaths of at least one million mudbloods, muggles and halfbloods which he was believed to have caused.

A/N: You don't get? Good because next chapter you will all understand. There are a few hidden hints though for those particularly clever readers (good luck you'll need it).