A/N: Ok. So I have a whole bunch of one shot ideas. And I have this one story I'm writing. It's gonna be a major long one shot and it'll hopefully be finished and will be my graduation present to all of you. I'm graduating at the beginning of June so I have time :) So until then hopefully you all enjoy the very nice stories coming your way. :) I dedicate this one in honor of the American triumph this past weekend. We can all rest a little bit easier now that Bin Laden is gone. :) ENJOY and REVIEW! PLEASE!

Tonight

For years they had been searching for him. Searching for a way to destroy him, searching for where he was so they could destroy him. For years they searched to no avail. But tonight. Oh yes, tonight they had found him. They knew how to destroy him and they would take him down. Tonight. Oh yes, tonight was the night! Hermione geared up, ready to take on all that would come her way. She would fight to the death for her cause. They all would. It was something they had signed up for, and they knew the risks. After tonight, life would improve, the world would begin to regrow and people would start to heal. Finally after nearly 10 years of searching and researching. Tonight was it.

Hermione took one look at the people around her. They were soldiers. They fought for a purpose and understood what awaited them. They were heroes. Without a doubt, they were heroes because they stood for what they believed in. Hermione was proud to be apart of this. She was proud that she had finally found the intelligence that would draw them to him. And she was proud to call herself one of the soldiers. He had killed too many people this time around. He had brought down whole nations with the wave of his wand. He had destroyed their hopes and their sense of security. And he must be brought to an end.

She saw how two suits were untouched, two wands lying discarded on the table. Their absence was duly noted. And before taking off, they would say a silent prayer to them and to Merlin to keep them safe.

Harry and Ron had been killed two years ago, trying to stop an invasion. Many innocent Muggles were saved because of their heroics, but they payed with their lives. Hermione looked at their wands, and was reminded of an image she once saw. American soldiers had been remembered in a similar way. The families would have their boots, their guns, their hats and their dog tags in a sort of statue formation. Hermione noted that their wands lay on the table, in the center with a rose for each. It was an emblem, a reminder of why they were fighting.

Hermione looked around at the people that were to be fighting along side her. Ginny, Neville, Luna, Dean, Seamus, Justin, Cho Chang, Hannah, Padma, Parvati, Lavendar, Fred, George, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Lupin, Tonks, Hagrid, McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, and Pomfrey, were only some of the people who were fighting. The plan was elaborate and consisted of multiple people having to distract while others delved into the main arena.

There were so many fighting. So many people who were tired of being in the back drop of the war. Even a few of the Slytherins were helping. Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Theodore, Astoria, Crabbe and Goyle, they all had switched sides soon after it became apparent that Voldemort wasn't the person they thought he was. They had all tried to bring him down, but every time he got away. Not this time. No, tonight was going to be different. Tonight they would succeed and people would be able to sleep easier.

Hermione lifted her wand and made the lights flicker, to get everyone's attention. She looked around at the people gathered around her. She was their leader, now that Harry and Ron were gone. She was the one they all looked to. This was her responsiblity and her fault if everything failed. But she wouldn't let it fail. Not this time.

"Tonight we will succeed." Was all she had to say. People cheered loudly, obviously agreeing with her. She waved her wand again, getting their attention. "Tonight we fight in honor of those we have lost. The brave souls who paved the road before us and gave their lives to protect others. Tonight we honor our loved ones and all those who we will save by succeeding tonight. Tonight we fight! And tomorrow, will be the beginning of new life. Tonight is our night!" Hermione shouted raising her fist to the air. Everyone followed suit, shouting a familiar military phrase, "HUA!"

All went silent again, and she looked towards the wands laying Wizardless on the table. "Let us bow our heads and pray. Dear Lord, we ask for your mercy. May any death be swift and all victories be just. May our lost souls find refuge in your arms and our enemies be given fair trial. We pray for your guidance and your protection as we journey to the unknown and venture into the pits of hell for the greater good. Deart God, guide and protect us. Amen." Hermione said quietly. Everyone chanted Amen. She reached over and whispered a silent spell to the wands of Harry and Ron, hoping they would give her luck. Everyone followed suit, asking for luck or saying a spell for protection.

She waited until everyone was done before looking back on her troops. "Head out!" She said thrusting her fist again. And with that, everyone was gone, knowing their places in the grand scheme of things.

Hermione Apparated to the place where she was supposed to go, and started fighting like everybody else. Within moment she was inside his hideout. She had no idea who was dead, who was injured, who was still fighting. All she knew was she was doing what she was supposed to be doing. She hoped everyone was doing the same.

She fought and fought her hardest. Dodging, ducking, diving, dipping, and dodging. Throwing spell after spell, curse after curse, rarely using an unforgiveable. She knew that eventually she would have to use them, and that she should start practicing. She didn't want prisoners, she wanted them to pay for all the lives they had ended, all the kids they had killed, all the innocense they had murdered. She threw the Killing Curse at Dolohov and hit him right in the chest. She could kill someone. She had killed someone. She knew she could do it and thats all that mattered to her.

It seemed like an eternity before she stood before the Dark Lord himself, her wand in hand, her eyes fiery and dangerous.

"Hermione Granger. Most famous Mudblood. I see you've found my humble abode. Don't worry in a few moments Death Eaters will surround you, and overtake you. And you'll join Potter and his blood traitor friend in your filthy Heaven." He said in as sweet a voice as possible.

"You mean Death Eaters like this guy?" A voice asked from behind Hermione. It was Malfoy dragging the bodies of Bellatrix and Yaxley behind him. The Dark Lord stood shocked and unable to speak.

"You're done, Voldemort. Finished. Any last words?" Hermione asked before wordlessly executing the Cruciatus on him. He shrieked in pain, his knees buckling. "This is for Harry, and Ron, and my parents!" Hermione screamed and with every name it got worse and worse for Voldemort. He screamed, his eyes blood shot and wide. Hermione then decided to end his misery and shot him with the Killing Curse. In his head.

It was done. It was finally over. All their efforts, all their intelligence had led to that moment, and now it was over. They had won. She dropped her wand and looked at Draco who smiled weakly at her. She smiled back, glad that she could finally relax.

"It's over." Draco said plainly and obviously. Hermione nodded, happy that everything was over. "You know what this means?" He asked walking towards her. She shook her head, but her smile remained. She hoped she knew what it meant.

"We can finally be together without worrying about being caught." Draco said grabbing onto Hermione and holding her around the waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes somewhere distant. "Where is your mind, Hermione Granger?" He asked sweetly, staring into her beautiful brown eyes.

"Remember that night at the lake? How the moonlight was perfect, and everyone we cared about was there? The ceremony was absolutely beautiful." She said remembering the secret wedding they had had four years ago. They had hidden their relationship, knowing full well that the Dark Lord would kill Draco and Hermione if he knew.

"Yes. I also remember that I haven't kissed my beautiful wife since that night." Draco said. He leaned and kissed her. Four years of pent up emotions and passion spilled out. All the love they had, all their fears from the past four years, and all their dreams for the future went into that kiss. When they came up for air, Hermione smiled at her husband.

"And I can finally sign my name as Hermione Malfoy, instead of Granger." She said sweetly thinking of the many times she almost signed with her now real last name.

"I love you." Draco said holding his wife.

"I love you, too."