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Deadly Affairs by DracosSexxiSlytherins
Chapter 13 : Snap
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 Disclaimer: We do not own any of the characters referenced in this story that are the wonderful J.K. Rowling's, such as Hermione, Draco, Astoria and of course the magical world. 






​            “Let me go! Getoffofme!” I yelled at Draco as we came into the hall of Astoria’s office. Still, Draco didn’t let go of my arm. Instead he did the exact opposite of what I told him. He pulled me close to his sculpted chest and held me tight.

I wanted to scream even more profanities at him, but just as I was about to say what exactly he could do with his wand he pulled us into the common hall of the Magical Department of Education. The people looked up at us, the women’s eyes lit up with excitement at the prospect of new gossip. I could hear it now, ‘Draco and Hermione together? What will Astoria think of this?!’. Draco started dragging me to my office, with me struggling the whole way.

​            As we got into my office Draco closed the door with a slam, “What the bloody hell was that about, Hermione?!”

​            I stared at him shocked, “Excuse me?! I think I had a pretty appropriate reaction to what McOwlface was saying!”

​            He gave me a pointed stare, “You were about to kill him.”

​            “No I was not! I was going to get real creative with my hexes and make him regret making me mad! But of course Malfoy, you had to interfere?” I said, giving him an accusatory stare.

​            He smirked again, Is he trying to kill me? “Watch out, Granger. You’re starting to show an evil side.”

​            “You’re an arrogant son of a bitch, Malfoy.” I said with a huff. “But if you’ll excuse me, I have work to get done before we leave.”

​            “Okay. Have at it.” He then plopped down into the chair in front of my desk. “I’ll just wait until you’re done.” He said with a tone of finality.

​            “That means you leave, and I stay.”

He faked confusion for two seconds, “Nah, I’m comfy right here.”

“Seriously Malfoy,” I said pacing to stand by my bay window, “I don’t have time for this. I have… stuff to get done, and you have Astoria to get back to. I-we do not have time for this foolishness.”

He shrugged at me, “You’re probably right as usual, Granger.”

“That means leave.” Please don’t leave.

He put his hands up in surrender and stood up, “Alright, alright Granger. I can take a hint of when I’m not wanted.”

“Took you long enough.” I said sitting down, pretending to read and scan papers that had no importance to me.

“I’ll be coming back though. We still have to discuss the job.” He said looking back and piercing me with his grey eyes as he was walking out the door.

“Leave.” I said flatly, hoping my voice would say void of emotion, then looked down at my papers quickly.

The door slammed shut.

I breathed out with a heavy sigh, not realizing I had been holding it all this time. I looked down at my hands, they were shaking. With anger, lost self-control, I did not know. “A trip?! With Malfoy?!” I said out loud to myself. Could this day get any worse?

I swiveled my chair around to face the window, my back towards the door. I didn’t hear the door click open.


I pressed my ear against McOwlface’s office, listening intently to what they said. Of course, casting the un-soundproofing charm probably helped.

I had escaped the confinement of St. Mungos, leaving behind no trace that I was ever there. The stupid healers didn’t give me a second glance. I was about ready to kill everybody. Draco left me?! To go with Blaise?! Just who does he think he is, he is supposed to be my husband! Not a hooligan that goes gallivanting off with his friends while his wife is in a coma!


I went to his house first.

He answered the door with that happy-go-lucky grin of his that never left his stupid face. It annoyed me, just as it did in Hogwarts. I never liked Blaise. It was weird not liking someone from your own house, but oh well. I stepped in quickly, rushing him out of the way.

“Whoa! Astoria! Y-y-you were in a coma! When did you wake up? How was Draco not notified? Why are you here? How did you get out?!”

I rolled my eyes at his childness, So many questions, and sneered, “I snuck out, obviously.”

His brown eyes looked at me in confusion, “Then why did you come here?”

“To kill you of course.” I cocked my head to the side and smiled, waiting for his reaction.

Fear took over his gaze and he backed up, “Astoria, you cannot be serious. You’ve just woke up, you must be confused-“

“I am not confused, you imbecile! It is you who is confused on this. I came here to kill you, and now you are supposed to run.” I explained to him slowly in a patronizing tone of voice.

He backed up a few more paces. “Astoria, no…”

“Run, run as fast as you can!” I laughed at him as I stalked forward, heels clacking against the hardwood floor, with my wand raised towards his chest.  

And oh how he ran. All through the house, yelling profanities at me as I shot Killing Curse’s at him. Why couldn’t he just let me kill him? All the running around was killing my feet. Finally, our cat-and-mouse chase ended. It ended with him, sprawled on the floor on his back with my wand pointed over his heart with tears running down his face, leaving clear trails across his already blood-stained face. He was mewling pointless questions at me, “Why? What did I ever do to you?” he asked me incredulously.

I looked down, at the pathetic creature that my husband called a friend, as he lay before me. Should I give him an explanation, or should I not? That is the question. Does he even deserve an explanation? After ten minutes of standing there and looking at Blaise Zabini, I finally decided to speak. “Why, you ask? My answer is, why not? You were going to destroy the thing that I hold most dear.”

“What-?!” he started to interrupt me.

“Silence! I do not want to hear your words of protest, because to be honest, I don’t care. You were going to destroy what Draco and I have! You never liked me, I could tell when I first married my love. But did I call you out on it? No, I was a good wife and let my husband go off to have fun with the friends that would never include me.” I looked down upon him with hatred, “And now, I wake up to hear you take my husband away from my side. And to do what? Go party with you and that silly crew of yours! That Pansy and Theo! Did you honestly believe that I didn’t hear you?! When what could be more important than the well-being of his beloved? You see, Zabini, you have gotten in my way. I have waited for two days to do this, which is far too long. And now it is time to remove you from the equation entirely.”

His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, which gave him the appearance of a fish. I cocked my head to one side and kept both my voice and expression flat, “Goodbye, Blaise. Avada Kedavra!

After the bright flash of green light, Blaise Zabini was no more. He didn’t scream as I shot the spell at him, he just looked at me, in what might have been a look of sympathy. He lay in a pool of his own blood -which I may have done intentionally, and with his face stuck in a permanent look of shock. Smiling to myself, I left his house.


I sighed as I leaned against the door, the memory of Blaise’s death… it was so calming, invigorating. Even though I was livid with Draco, I just couldn’t stay mad at him. He is so perfect. I quickly glanced behind me, making sure no one was coming. Even though I had covered myself with a cloaking spell, the habit didn’t die.

“…I have a job…” McOwlface was saying. Blah, blah, blah. Get to the point! I though annoyedly to myself. “…Hermione to go on a trip to several different schools across the world. This will supposedly-…” More blah blah and backstory stuff. Whoop-de-doo, Hermione gets to go places. No one cares.“…foreign affairs representative…” Now that caught my attention. That’s Draco’s department! “…Mr. Malfoy would be your partner in this little escapade.”

WHAT?!” I screamed. Thank Merlin the cloaking spell deafened sound. How could he?! There must be some mistake! Why on earth would he send Draco with Hermione?! She doesn’t deserve… he can’t go…a mistake. Yeah, it is a mistake! I pressed against the door once again, listening intently for more.

“You think you were my first choice?” Hooty laughed, “You were my fourth choice. I was going to pick Astoria-“ He was going to pick me! I thought excitedly to myself. But then I got in a coma… because of Hermione. She has ruined everything! This could have been nice for Draco and I, but NO! She had to come in and screw everything up.

I heard footsteps coming to the door, and quickly stepped aside to avoid getting a door to the face. Then my husband rushed out with Hermione tightly grasped to his chest. I dug my fingernails into the hands, making little crescent moons across my palm. They were moving fast, so I had to catch up to Draco’s long strides. I looked around at the people in the office, the women were staring intently. I could see lies and gossip spinning itself like a web in their minds. I will have to put an end to that! I thought to myself as I made a mental check list of things to fix. I turned the corner to Hermione’s office just in time to see the door slam in my face.

“Great! This is exactly what I need!” I threw my hands up in the air in frustration and sat down in a waiting chair next to her office door.

I didn’t have to wait long until Draco stormed out of the office, looking royally passed off. I stood up, about to go to him until her voice stopped me.

And just where do you think you are going?

To go to your favorite nephew, duh. I replied to Bellatrix, pushing the feeling of dislike towards her.

She turned my body around to face the oak doors, No you are not. This is your chance.

To do what?

‘To do what?’ she mimicked me. To kill Hermione, once and for all! She is all alone, without protection, this is perfect.


Or are you too weak? Poor, delicate, Astoria.

Shut up. She was my friend.

You know it’s true… and you don’t have any more friends. Only me, inside your mind. She taunted me.


Shut up!

You are a pathetic creature. So… like Wormtail. Cowardly, useless…

I’ll show you useless…

I grasped the brass handle and slowly turned it open. Then I slipped quietly into the big, circular office. It looked as if there was no one in there. The desk was neat and orderly, and the pictures or muggle attractions perfectly straight upon the wall. The big chair was swiveled to face the big window. I heard the faint sound of someone humming to themselves, Hermione…she always does that when she is nervous and deep in thought…

That’ll be a good distraction, she won’t hear you coming! Bellatrix commented on my inner monologue.

I glanced around the room, looking for anything I could use against her. Something that would make it look like an accident. Because, I couldn’t have my hands getting dirty now could I? After all, I’ve come this far. I could always just push her chair through the window. I thought to myself as I seriously considered the pros and cons of that option.

You’re wasting too much time, you witless worm! There’s a light fixture right above her; conveniently. Rust the chain and drop it, you worthless girl! Bellatrix screamed at me.

I pulled out my wand and pushed my blonde hair out of my face, then glanced at the chair that was still facing the window. “Sorry, Hermione. You were just getting in my way.” I said quietly.

​            I pointed my wand at the chain hanging down and whispered the weathering spell. I could see the stainless, sliver chain begin to darken. It looked like acid, eating away at the chain until it was hanging by a thread of metal. I turned around and walked calmly out of Hermione’s office. Just as I clicked the door shut, I heard the snap. The snap of impending doom, the snap of someone’s life about to end, the snap of the light fixture. It had finally broken, and was falling.

I had always wondered what it was like to not know you were going to die. To be oblivious to death coming up upon you like a train. To even be making plans for what you are going to do next, but then… it just ends. It ends with you dead.

I heard the snap. I heard the crash. I heard the scream. And as I walked away I repeated to myself, She deserves this. You deserve this. There is nothing wrong with what you did. You deserve the happy ending. She deserves this. She deserves this.


I only heard the snap. And then it was too late, I looked up to see my beautiful, silver chandelier coming closer ad closer. The chandelier froze as time seemed to stop, and I saw images flash before my eyes. So this is what it's like having your life flashing before your eyes, I thought to myself as I watched. I saw Harry and Ron, sitting on the train cart so many years ago. I saw the basilisk’s golden eye staring back at me through the mirror. I saw Sirius and Harry hugging each other. I heard Victor Krum’s voice, asking me to go the Yule Ball. I saw the room of brains and the veil where Sirius disappeared at the Ministry. I saw Harry and Ginny looking at each other with love and adoration. I saw George and Fred setting off Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes in the Gryffindor common room. I saw the forest where Ron left Harry and I on the mission to find horcruxes. I saw the looks on everybody’s faces in the Room of Requirement when Harry walked in before the Battle. I saw all my friends, even people I did not know very well, laying upon the floor of the dining hall in Hogwarts, dead -their blank expressions filling my mind. Remus and Nymphadora holding hands, Colin Creevy, the Patil twin, and then Fred. So much pain. Then I saw Luna’s wedding, and Ron walking down the aisle with Lavender. I saw Ginny and I going shopping in Diagon Alley. I saw the beginnings of me and Astoria’s friendship. Then it changed to glass flying everywhere, and Astoria laying in a coma in St. Mungo's. Then, Draco’s eyes. His damned, bright, beautiful eyes.  

I thought that was it, but it wasn’t I watched it all over again. No…I wanted to say, not again. But death doesn’t listen to your opinion. It all went through like a muggle motion picture on fast forward. I watched the beautiful and sad life of Hermione Jean Granger slip away. No! There is so much I have yet to do! I haven’t seen…done…I’m not finished! I have so much to do, so much to love, so much to live for! My eyes widened as the light fixture returned to it's descent, slowly creeping its way down to me.

Then there was a snap, I looked up again to see it coming. Coming fast. I think I screamed, I don’t really know.

Then, there was darkness.





{A/N:} So, yeah! Just gonna leave off on this little bit right here at the end. 

So let me know what you think!

  Thoughts? Concerns? Peanut Gallery?


just kidding!!! Or am I???? ;)

I can totally see the appeal of killing of characters like GRRM...hmmm *evil thoughts*

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