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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: One more left: just the epilogue. I'm so sad to see this end but on a happier note, I will be able to focus more on my other unfinished works.

Chapter 47

She waited for only a moment before she struck the first blow. Her fist sent him careening into the wall across the hall. She leapt on him before he had the chance to recover. She engaged him the muggle way, knowing that she was no match for him magically. She may be faster than him but his magical power was far superior to her own. Besides, she relished hurting him physically. He'd hurt so many people, destroyed so many families in his quest for immortality and power. He deserved to be punished.

"Does it bother you?" she queried as she pressed the heel of her boot against his throat, his body lying prone against the plush carpet. "That a muggleborn is here at the end, that a simple muggleborn witch will be your final undoing?"

She kicked the frail body at her feet and sent him flying further down the hall. He had no strength it seemed at all in his unnatural body. He relied too much on his magic. She followed him slowly, his groans of pain music to her ears.

She bent down and grasped his throat with one hand and pressed his shuddering form against the wall. She was shorter than him but she could see that she intimidated him none the less.

"Not quite what you imagined happening, is it?" she mocked. "No grand battle, staged for the world to see. No army of followers, watching your every move as you finally destroy the boy-who-lived. No grand celebration to mark your victory. I bet that it burns to know that a creature that you feel is so very far beneath yourself will be your ultimate undoing."

She tightened her grip and she heard the tell tale gurgle in his throat as he struggled for air. She flashed her fangs and let him drop to the floor, gasping for air. She paced away gathering her strength. She didn't want his tainted blood upon her lips. She would finish him with her wand.

She was waiting for word from Draco and then she would end it but she hadn't counted on Voldemort recovering enough to try and curse her. She dodged the spell easily but he caught her with the second one.

"Imperio."

Her mind clouded as he tried to command her, tried to order her to cease her attack. She stopped and lowered her wand as her mind screamed in resistance. Her head ached as he redoubled his efforts. She found her feet moving of their own volition toward her worst nightmare.

She fought his control, her fevered struggle heightened when she got the message that Nagini was dead. It was done. All his horcruxes were gone. She needed to act and end this. But she was a puppet, held on a string controlled by a madman.

"Come to me," he bid. "Come join your master, pet. With you by my side, there is no way that I will lose. Harry Potter is dead and there is nothing to stand in my way."

Hermione's eyes were locked on the horror in front of her, disgusted by the thoughts in his head, thoughts of them being together sexually. Thoughts of how he could bring the world to its knees. He could use her to create an army of vampires, all of which would be hers to command and in turn be his to control since her had her under his control.

So lost in his thoughts of total world domination, he didn't see what Hermione saw behind him. Harry was moving. He was alive and sitting up. He took one look at her and got to his feet.

"You forgot one thing, snake face," he called. "You forgot about me."

Hermione watched as Voldemort's face paled. Which was a feat considering her was bone white to begin with.

"What kind of witchcraft is this?" he bellowed. "I killed you. How is it every time I kill you, you seem to rise once more?"

"You didn't kill me," Harry said defiantly. "You killed you."

A look of understanding lit Voldemort's twisted features. "I see you understand," Harry continued. "You see, that night that you killed my parents, you put a piece of yourself into me making me your seventh horcrux."

Harry paused for a moment, letting the statement sink in. He twirled his wand in his fingers nimbly as Hermione waited with baited breath. She was almost herself once more, Voldemort's control over her waning as Harry distracted him.

"Yes, Tom," Harry continued finally. "We know all about your horcruxes. And they are all gone." Harry reached up and tapped the side of his skull. "Every last one of them. You are not invincible and this time, you will die."

Voldemort raised his wand and sent a curse at her friend. Harry blocked it and they moved fluidly as each one of them tried to gain the upper hand. Hermione winced as the fiend commanded her once more. He commanded her to kill Harry.

She sent out a silent plea to her mate as she struggled against the command. Draco could override his influence. As her maker, Draco's hold over her was absolute. She walked stealthily into the duel, all the while struggling against Voldemort's tight grip on her mind.

She nearly wept as she felt the strong arms of her mate wrap around her. "As you maker," he muttered into her ear. "I command you to throw off his curse. I command you to come back to yourself."

She was nearly blinded by pain as she struggled to obey. She was thankful that Draco had come when she called out to him. She would have never been able to live with herself if she had been the one to kill Harry. Granted that he would have come back, but not as human. She would have found a way to end herself if that had happened.

She pushed the beast out of her mind just as Harry and Voldemort's wands connected in a blinding beam of light. She watched as each man held on for dear life as power surged back and forth between the two. She drew her wand to finish Voldemort while he was distracted by Harry.

"No," Draco said as he held her steady. "He's come this far, love. Let him finish it."

Hermione put her wand away and watched her best friend battle the darkest wizard of all time. She was filled with pride. He was so strong. So good and so kind. He deserved to know peace and happiness. Her eyes followed a bright ball of light as it traveled from Harry's wand and into the white bone of Voldemort's wand.

Her ears hurt as the man uttered a shrill scream, his fingers turning into ashes. He seemed to disintegrate before their very eyes, his body just dematerializing before them. His scream died in his throat as his body was engulfed and fell away into a pile of dust on the floor. The only thing left was the white handle of his wand jutting out from the pile grime.

"Harry," she cried out as her friend collapsed upon the floor. She raced over to him hoping that he was alright, hoping that he was just exhausted from expending so much energy. Hoping that he would be okay.

End Note: So, how do you think things will turn out? Answers will be given on Christmas Eve. I know it will be a day early, but consider it my gift to you. Besides, I know I'll be busy on Christmas and I'm sure that most of you will be as well. See you Monday...
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