She looked her archenemy straight in the eye, the hate flooding through her body was enough to send out a silent unforgiveable. He straightened up, looking back at her, as he took one step closer. She raised her wand even further, the battleground nearly still in the background, it was the end of the war, and everyone knew it. Were they winning? She didn't know, all she focused on at that moment was the blonde man in front of her.
"Back off, Malfoy, or you won't have time to regret it!" She screamed, obvious fear and hate in her voice.
But he didn't back off, but took further steps until he was just inches away, he had his wand down, in defeat. His eyes were black and filled with what she thought was hate, and she uttered the words she'd never thought she would.
"Avada Kedavra" she said, his eyes that carried so much darkness, didn't change, his pale face didn't change, Hermione almost believed he was still alive, but he didn't breathe, that was the sure sign of his current state of living. As he fell down to the ground, a letter which he was holding onto, fell to her feet. She picked it up only to read her name imprinted on the beautiful piece of paper. Should she turn it in? It might be a trick, releasing something dangerous. You never knew with voldemorts followers, you never knew with Draco Malfoy.
She tried to disarm the letter with several charms, but when nothing happened, and the paper remained a paper, she opened it.
The letter was written in beautiful letters, and it was obvious someone took time writing it, it started..
"They say you're the smartest witch in out year.."