A/N: WELL HERE WE ARE FOLKS. THE FINAL CHAPTER OF "YOU CAN'T STOP A HEART ONCE ITS SET IN MOTION." IT IS VERY SHORT AND I AM POSTING THE EPILOGUE AT THE SAME TIME. I HOPE YOU ENJOY!
He was sitting in the armchair by the fire she loved. How could he look so different yet still the same? His features, no longer those of a snake but more human like now thanks to her, seemed to be ingrained in her mind but she noticed a slight difference. Voldemort looked more…well relaxed now than he had before. He looked her over as if drinking in her appearance. She could tell the low cut jeans and emerald green top met with his approval. "Please, have a seat." He purred. She thanked Snape before he left and then complied taking a seat on the smaller sofa.
Hermione noticed they were sitting in her old room, which hadn't changed at all since she left. "I missed you." She said breaking the silence and looking into his eyes. "Mmm I heard." Was the short reply. More silence. "What is it you want from me witch?" He asked after a while. Hermione looked up from her hands. "Nothing." He frowned at this. "Nothing? You can't want nothing you must want something." It was her turn to frown, "Not everybody wants something all the time. I have wants but they can't be given by you." "What can you possibly want that I cannot give?" He noticed small tears pricking at her eyes and she didn't answer right away.
The truth was Hermione was scared to admit what she wanted aloud; scared if she spoke the words they would surely never come true. So she met his question with silence. He seemed to know she had an answer and she felt a small nudge in her mind. Voldemort didn't expect anything in response to his gentle probe but a small image filled his mind. Hermione was sitting outside what looked like a Parisian café smiling and talking animatedly. It took him a moment to notice that it was himself sitting across from her, listening intently and replying to her chatter. Then, the image faded and he was looking once more at the solemn Hermione.
"Tell me you can give me that. Tell me we can be happy." She demanded of him she said as a few tears wormed their way out of her eyes and rolled slowly down her cheeks. She took no notice of them except to wipe them away. He didn't say anything in response and the silence seemed to overwhelm her. "Why can't we have that?"
"Hermione we have a war to fight in three days. You can't live happy with someone who murdered your friends." "But you haven't. You don't have to. There is away around it…"
Only a few hours until the Final Battle would start, only a few hours till Hermione's plan became a reality. But she wasn't thinking of that. The only thing she was thinking about was the man leaning over her. She ran her hands all over is body tracing every line and curve she wanted to know so much better. Voldemort looked down at her, his busy haired vixen. He thought she was just living in a dream world. Didn't think her plan would work.
Hermione reached up and pulled his head down so she could capture his lips with her own. It might be the last time she would be able to do this. Voldemort didn't hesitate but slid into her body. It may be the last time he could watch her face as he moved deep within her. They didn't last long and Hermione felt slightly self-conscious as he watched her get dressed. She turned around to look at him and found she didn't want to go, she just wanted to crawl back into his bed and pretend they never had to move.
Harry and Ron were waiting for her when she got back. Everyone was ready. She changed clothes and grabbed her wand. She slung a sword onto her back and headed down the stairs. She might not want to kill Voldemort; she would gladly run a sword through any of his Death Eaters. She ignored Harry and Ron's questions about it and everyone took their Portkey's to Hogwarts.
The two armies met in front of the school and Hermione waited with baited breath. All of a sudden Hermione heard something she knew would start the war, something she had not told Voldemort to do. A lone cry among the Death Eaters seemed to be the new Battle cry of Belatrix LeStrange, "I KILLED SIRIUS BLACK…I KILLED SIRIUS BLACK…I KILLED SIRIUS BLACK." Everything happened all at once Harry took off in a rage towards the voice and Ron, of course, ran after him. After giving Hermione a suffering look Severus Snape ran after his charges. He would live through the battle she knew.
Hermione stood still for a moment and thought of the lives that would be lost. She grieved for them now because some would be her fault. Then, as the two armies started to collide she took off… in the opposite direction of Harry and Ron. She prayed for his best friends and she hoped they would make it out if they didn't follow her plan. She fled towards the Black Forest, and a cave, and a man who had polyjucied and Imperioused another man to look like himself and die in his stead. If they were caught all would be lost. Hermione prayed they wouldn't get caught.