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Blood Ties	By : christineyoung Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 62592 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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A/N: Three more chapters left. I can't believe we are this close to the end. Thank you to everyone who has been reading and following this story. It's been an incredible journey.

Chapter 46

A non-verbal wandless finite incantatem canceled their disillusionment charms. Immediately, Hermione threw up a shield over Harry and herself. Remus and Tonks had taken off after Wormtail, trying to subdue the traitorous wizard. He'd been the one to hunt down Voldemort and bring him back the second time around. They didn't want to even chance something like that happening again.

"Harry Potter," Voldemort hissed. "What a surprise. I'm curious to find out how you managed to break into Malfoy Manor. The wards surrounding this house are rumored to be the strongest in existence. But that is a question for another time. Instead, I think I'd rather kill you."

Bellatrix cackled insanely at his side as he threw the first curse. Hermione wasn't sure what it was but she knew that it was dark. She could feel the vibration of her shield as it impacted it and was absorbed. It held up though and she was proud that her magic was strong enough to withstand the attack.

"Bella," Voldemort called. "Take care of the mudblood scum so that I may take care of young Harry."

"With pleasure," she cackled madly.

Hermione found herself snowed under a flurry of curses and hexes. She tried to stay with Harry. She wanted to be near him when he took the curse so that she might dispatch Voldemort immediately but she was forced from his side as she ducked and dodged and countered Bellatrix's spells.

She dueled the mad woman with precision but soon tired of playing a game. She sheathed her wand and moved at vampire speed surprising the deranged woman.

"What…" she never finished her sentence. Hermione's teeth were lodged in her throat and she tore viciously at the arteries there. She didn't drink her blood but watched with satisfaction as the woman stared up at her with glassy eyes, her arterial blood shooting all over the pristine white wall.

"How?" she croaked.

Hermione smiled menacingly, flashing her fangs.

Comprehension dawned in her face just as the light faded from her eyes. Her eyes stayed on the dead woman for a moment. Hers was the first life that she had taken and she was surprised by her total lack of remore. She had deserved to die. Hermione swung her attention to the Dark Lord just as he forced Harry to his knees. As much as she wanted to intervene, she knew that she couldn't. She had to stand back and let this happen. No matter how much it was killing her to watch. She winced as the green light erupted from Voldemort's wand and struck Harry in the head. She watched sadly as his body tumbled over limply to the side and held back her tears as she felt her blood bond with him die.

She waited for the madman to turn and cry out his victory before she launched herself at him. She had to keep him busy, to keep him focused on her until Draco sent the message that the snake was dead. Then she would kill him.

He whirled around just as she reached him, surprising her and gripping her throat tightly. His skin was icy cold, colder even than her own. She wrenched herself from his grip and stepped back slowly. She kept sight of Harry's body in her periphery, hoping against hope that Voldemort didn't kill him for real. While she had come to grips with her new lot in life it wasn't something that she wished for Harry.

She stared up undaunted at the Dark Lord as his eyes scrutinized her carefully. "Miss Granger," he purred. "Now longer just a pathetic mud blood, are we?"

His eyes flickered over to the already cooling body of Bellatrix Lestrange and then back to her bloody mouth. She said nothing, stalling for time until she knew that the snake was dead. She wanted no mistakes this time. The moment she had confirmation, she would dispatch the evil wizard.

Voldermort stepped forward as he regarded her one more time. She stayed still despite her growing desire to flee from the wizard. The darkness residing inside him seemed to poison the very air, she could feel its heaviness draped about her like a heavy cloak. It was a far from comfortable feeling. She kept her face blank as he approached.

"Yes," he whispered to himself. "I can see it now. You have changed. Your aura has changed. My but you are a spectacular creature. And you dispatched my most loyal follower so easily."

She didn't like the line of his thoughts. He wanted to own her, to possess her, to command her. She would never let that happen. His thoughts betrayed his plans. If she didn't submit to his rule, he would try and make her. She didn't know if the Imperius curse would still work on her but she had no desire to find out.

He stopped before her and she almost flinched when he raised his cold hand and gripped her chin and tilted her face to look her in the eyes.

"I'll only offer this once, Miss Granger," he whispered. "Join me and I shall spare you. Resist and I can assure you that the consequences will be most dire."

He was bluffing. He wouldn't hurt her. He wanted her on his side too badly. But he would impose his will through the curse. She was out of time. Draco had to hurry.

She shook herself loose from his grasp. "That is a very tempting offer," she said sarcastically. "But you should know by now that I don't turn my back on my friends or my beliefs. I've always thought of the phrase 'know thy enemy' as good advice. Clearly, you don't know your enemy if you think that you can sway my loyalties away from Harry."

His red eyes gleamed madly as he stepped forward once more. "Your precious Potter is dead," he spat as he gestured to the still form of her friend. She saw no movement. No breathing. No nothing. She hoped that he wasn't already turning. "You have no cause to fight for any longer and no hope of winning."

"Are you sure?" she countered as she stepped forward. They were mere inches apart. She released her fangs and relished the momentary panic that flitted through his unnaturally colored eyes. "Are you sure that you killed him? Or is he merely waiting? Waiting for his perfect moment to act, to finish what you started all those years ago. Or," she lowered her voice to a menacing whisper. "Is he even what you should be afraid of?"

End Note: Haha! Love bad-ass Hermione! Thoughts are always welcomed and appreciated. I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas. Two more chapters left. Or one more chapter and an epilogue to be precise. See you Friday...
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