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Death Row	By : SalazarRaphael Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 9044 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N- There will be one more chapter after this one.

In the hall Hermione sighed, “How bad is it?”

            “If you hadn’t pushed the magic into him, he would still die. Don’t worry.”

            “I don’t understand, how can he have this overload? He was casting all sorts of spells yesterday after his magic returned.”

            “Restoring someone’s magic is basically impossible. His body is no longer able to handle the power within his frame. The Dark Arts have utterly shattered him in every way.”

            “So Voldemort will die,” she nodded in understanding.

            “Very soon,” Melpomene said. “I know you can’t, but we can see a person’s life force leave them. His is quickly vanishing. It would appear, Hermione, that your lies will no longer be required soon.”

            “He escaped death only to die,” she sighed, “I might not love him, but I certainly do pity him.”

            “He would have been locked up thanks to your testimony otherwise,” Pizana reminded her. “Perhaps this is for the best.”

            “Your lover will be here soon. My sisters are going to retrieve him,” Melpomene addressed her. “How will you spend Voldemort’s last few hours?”

            “I’ll stay with him, for now.” She looked back at the bed, “Excuse me, I have to go see him.”



            Back in the bedroom she sat on the bed next to him. “Voldemort…your outlook is not…not good.”

            Realizing he was unable to speak, Hermione continued, “I never thought it would end like this. I’m very sorry.” She turned and wrapped her arms around him, “It looks like England got what they wanted. Your death.” She laid her head on his chest and he held onto her, “I…I had another pregnancy test. I either miscarried or it was a false positive.” She felt something then. She looked up to see that he was crying. “Are you crying about the fact that I’m not pregnant or that you won’t have offspring?”

            She handed him a pen and paper and he wrote an answer- no pregnancy.

            “Do you know that I’ve been lying to you?”

            His answer surprised her- You’d be stupid not to. I lied too.

            “I know,” she nodded. “I was able to weed out the truth from the fiction.”

            Did you love me?

            “No,” she answered. “Did you love me?”

            I’m attracted to you. But not…no love. I can’t feel it. Even for someone as beautiful as you. I wish I could.

            “If things were different…if you were different…”

            He shook his head and scribbled furiously- Don’t lie. Not now. Truth.

            “The truth? If you weren’t a murderous sociopath with serious control issues then maybe I’d be interested.”

            You were never pregnant, were you?

            “Do you really want me to answer that?” He nodded and she sighed, “I thought I might be, and a test did come back positive. I found out the morning before the execution. I didn’t want to tell you. I wanted you to die thinking…thinking that I was there for you; that someone in this world loved you and would miss you.”

            You’re very sweet. Hermione laughed. He smirked and scribbled more- Had you been at Hogwarts when I was I think you would have served to distract me from what I wanted at the time.

            “I think so too,” she admitted.

            Do you have another lover?

            Hermione hesitated, but he was looking at her, his eyes filled with curiosity, “Yes.”

            Did he take your virginity? Or did I?

            “He did,” she nodded. “But my times with you were very enjoyable, Voldemort. Our bodies were very…”

            We fit well together, he wrote. Hermione nodded and leaned over to kiss him. When they parted she shifted to sit next to him again.

            She sighed, “My boyfriend is the only other person who knows about you and me. He knows what I was trying to do.”

            Which was?

            “Make sure you paid for your crimes,” she answered. “I have a feeling you knew that.” He simply nodded and she sighed, “So I guess I didn’t completely pull the wool over your eyes.”

            You were very good. And I enjoyed our talks.

            “I did too,” she nodded. “People my age…they don’t understand me.”

            Does your boyfriend?

            “I don’t think he does. I don’t think anyone ever has,” she sighed.

            I understand you. She looked at him. There was respect in his eyes.

            “Out of everyone I’ve ever known, you have been the person to learn the most about me,” she whispered.

            Because I’m dying?

            Hermione shook her head, “Because I thought you could understand me.”

            He tilted his head back against the headboard and sighed before opening his eyes to write down- Could we fuck one last time? Magic overload will soon end my other abilities- sight, hearing, mobility…I want you one last time.

            “You think you can?” He nodded and she smiled, “Well I guess I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” Hermione shifted to get them both comfortable, then whispered the spell to remove their clothing.

            His thrusts were slow and Hermione found herself gazing up into his eyes as he thrust. There was a tenderness there that she only recalled seeing when he’d thought he had taken her virginity. She ran her hands up his back and locked her legs around his waist as his mouth found hers. His thrusts were so slow, so purposeful. She moaned into his mouth and held onto him, refusing to let him go.



            When they came Hermione took everything into herself to prevent his death from being more imminent. He collapsed on top of her, taking the pen and paper and scribbling a note to her. Go now. I don’t want you to see what will happen to me. And thank you, Hermione. For everything.

            “You’re welcome,” she whispered, kissing him one last time before casting the spell to redress them and exiting the room. Two muses entered when she did. Hermione walked downstairs. “Your sisters are sitting with him.”

            “No one should die alone,” Melpomene answered.

            “That’s certainly true.”

            “You told him the truth.”

            “And he doesn’t hate me,” she said. “But I’ve always known that he is far more complex than one could imagine. It was the reason I first became attracted to him.”

            “He really was the first person to tell you you were beautiful,” Melpomene smirked. “He will be buried in France.”

            “I’ll need the location,” Hermione responded, “I will visit him.” She sat down, “You never answered my question last night.”

            “I did not have an answer last night. But I do now. Women born nymphs often don’t know that they are. The magic of Nymphs is sexually based, and had I not witnessed you and Voldemort having sex you would not have been aware of it. You might never have known. Now that you know about sex based magic you can learn more about it; it’s one of your passions, isn’t it?”

            “I wonder if Voldemort knows about it,” Hermione closed her eyes, thinking. “I guess I should leave, now. You will contact me to tell me where he will be buried?”

            “Yes,” she nodded. “Thank you.”

            “You’re welcome.”
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