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Title: The life and death of Hermione Granger
Author: Bonbons!
Rating: R-16
Characters: Hermione Granger, Rita Skeeter.
Warning: Graphic Murder!
Hermione Granger lived a sheltered childhood in Nottingham. Her parents kept her away from the wrong sort of children, and she never knew of pain or tormenting.
When she was 11, it was discovered that her parents wondergirl was a witch. Hermione packed her bags and began off on her first big adventure. She encountered nuremous adversaries and endless fights with Harry and Ron. Nothing could go wrong for this high achiever, the worlds next big thing.
Until she met Rita Skeeter.
Rita was a very proud woman. Sad on the inside, yes, but still proud. When that little bushy haired scamp we all know as Hermione Granger ruined her career, Rita spiralled into a severe depression that not even her old friend Nick could stir her out of.
All the while, she watched, and waited.
"HERMIONE, I'M JUST OFF TO THE SHOPS!" A woman screamed out to Hermione, as she exited the London flat. "OKAY GIN! BE BACK SOON!" Hermione lazed on the couch, feeling slightly scared. Ever since the war had broken out, she was scared. She refused to have ministry wards on her house, even though Harry and Ron had begged her to. She wanted to use reverse pyschology on the Death Eater bastards, they'd think she would have wards but she wouldn't.
A dark figure dressed in black slunk down the street to Hermiones flat, getting in the back door with ease. It shocked her, how easy it was for someone to just enter the brats house. Floating across to what seemed like the kitchen, she found a meat cleaver and tucked it into her cloak. Now was the time. She opened the fridge carefully and pulled out an egg, smashing it on the ground.
"Whos there?!" Hermione stood up, wand at the ready. She was shaking, but she didn't know it. "I'm armed!" She mustered up all her courage and headed towards the kitchen, noting that the fridge door was shut. She saw a heeled shoe dissapear behind the fridge, and gulped uncertainly. One step at a time, she got to the fridge, and peered around to see familiar curls and blue eyes glaring at her.
"BITCH!" The fridge door swung open, slamming into Hermione and knocking her to the ground, her wand flew in another direction. Rita pounced on her, and pulled out her wand, pointing it at Hermione. "PETRIFICUS TOTALIS!" Hermione froze, she wasn't dead. Yet. Maybe Rita would use her as a bartering tool, maybe she'd live through this.
Rita pulled out the meat cleaver from her cloak, grinning and pressing it against Hermiones face, almost hysterical at the wide brown eyes screaming at her. She ripped off the muggle attire of this disgusting mudblood, and slid the blade across Hermiones stomach. There was a muffled noise coming from the mudblood, and it made Rita thrilled. A red line began to show on the perfect stomach, and Rita had an idea. "Nobody messes with Rita Skeeter."She cackled, and drove the blade straight into the creamy stomach of Hermione Granger.
Hermione wanted to scream, she'd never felt pain such as this before. Rita pulled out the blade slowly, twisting it and biting her lip with glee. She gave Hermione a fleeting glimpse of hope, before moving it up a little and driving the bloody knife in again, this time with one hand, the other moving along Hermiones inner thigh, trying to make the girl feel conflicted. She moved closer and closer with each stab, before she got to where she knew the heart was.
Hermione knew she was about to die. She just never thought it would be like this. Her eyes pleaded with Rita, tears streaming down her face. Rita ripped off her underwear, but went no further then that. Rita wanted them to think the poor sod had been raped. She straddled Hermione, and lifted up the knife with both hands, almost giddy. The thrill of knowing what she was doing was completely and utterly wrong overcame her, every time she had gone to great lengths she'd felt it, and now it was coming over her in crashing waves. "This is the greatest moment of your life." She thrust the blod stained knife into the younger girls chest as hard as she could, her hands finally resting between Hermiones breasts.
Finally the bushy-haired scamp was dead.
Rita went over to the sink quietly, washing her hands of the mudbloods filthy blood. She rinsed the knife with water until it gleamed, before transfiguring it into a toothpick and snapping it in half. She took off the bloodstained cloak, turning it into a rubbish bin liner. Rita made sure to step on Hermione as she left, drilling a stiletto hole into her leg. She walked out to the backyard, raising her wand into the air and crying out the words that had echoed in her mind ever since she was 17. The words that had haunted her ever since July 21st 1977.
"Morsemordre!"
Author: Bonbons!
Rating: R-16
Characters: Hermione Granger, Rita Skeeter.
Warning: Graphic Murder!
Hermione Granger lived a sheltered childhood in Nottingham. Her parents kept her away from the wrong sort of children, and she never knew of pain or tormenting.
When she was 11, it was discovered that her parents wondergirl was a witch. Hermione packed her bags and began off on her first big adventure. She encountered nuremous adversaries and endless fights with Harry and Ron. Nothing could go wrong for this high achiever, the worlds next big thing.
Until she met Rita Skeeter.
Rita was a very proud woman. Sad on the inside, yes, but still proud. When that little bushy haired scamp we all know as Hermione Granger ruined her career, Rita spiralled into a severe depression that not even her old friend Nick could stir her out of.
All the while, she watched, and waited.
"HERMIONE, I'M JUST OFF TO THE SHOPS!" A woman screamed out to Hermione, as she exited the London flat. "OKAY GIN! BE BACK SOON!" Hermione lazed on the couch, feeling slightly scared. Ever since the war had broken out, she was scared. She refused to have ministry wards on her house, even though Harry and Ron had begged her to. She wanted to use reverse pyschology on the Death Eater bastards, they'd think she would have wards but she wouldn't.
A dark figure dressed in black slunk down the street to Hermiones flat, getting in the back door with ease. It shocked her, how easy it was for someone to just enter the brats house. Floating across to what seemed like the kitchen, she found a meat cleaver and tucked it into her cloak. Now was the time. She opened the fridge carefully and pulled out an egg, smashing it on the ground.
"Whos there?!" Hermione stood up, wand at the ready. She was shaking, but she didn't know it. "I'm armed!" She mustered up all her courage and headed towards the kitchen, noting that the fridge door was shut. She saw a heeled shoe dissapear behind the fridge, and gulped uncertainly. One step at a time, she got to the fridge, and peered around to see familiar curls and blue eyes glaring at her.
"BITCH!" The fridge door swung open, slamming into Hermione and knocking her to the ground, her wand flew in another direction. Rita pounced on her, and pulled out her wand, pointing it at Hermione. "PETRIFICUS TOTALIS!" Hermione froze, she wasn't dead. Yet. Maybe Rita would use her as a bartering tool, maybe she'd live through this.
Rita pulled out the meat cleaver from her cloak, grinning and pressing it against Hermiones face, almost hysterical at the wide brown eyes screaming at her. She ripped off the muggle attire of this disgusting mudblood, and slid the blade across Hermiones stomach. There was a muffled noise coming from the mudblood, and it made Rita thrilled. A red line began to show on the perfect stomach, and Rita had an idea. "Nobody messes with Rita Skeeter."She cackled, and drove the blade straight into the creamy stomach of Hermione Granger.
Hermione wanted to scream, she'd never felt pain such as this before. Rita pulled out the blade slowly, twisting it and biting her lip with glee. She gave Hermione a fleeting glimpse of hope, before moving it up a little and driving the bloody knife in again, this time with one hand, the other moving along Hermiones inner thigh, trying to make the girl feel conflicted. She moved closer and closer with each stab, before she got to where she knew the heart was.
Hermione knew she was about to die. She just never thought it would be like this. Her eyes pleaded with Rita, tears streaming down her face. Rita ripped off her underwear, but went no further then that. Rita wanted them to think the poor sod had been raped. She straddled Hermione, and lifted up the knife with both hands, almost giddy. The thrill of knowing what she was doing was completely and utterly wrong overcame her, every time she had gone to great lengths she'd felt it, and now it was coming over her in crashing waves. "This is the greatest moment of your life." She thrust the blod stained knife into the younger girls chest as hard as she could, her hands finally resting between Hermiones breasts.
Finally the bushy-haired scamp was dead.
Rita went over to the sink quietly, washing her hands of the mudbloods filthy blood. She rinsed the knife with water until it gleamed, before transfiguring it into a toothpick and snapping it in half. She took off the bloodstained cloak, turning it into a rubbish bin liner. Rita made sure to step on Hermione as she left, drilling a stiletto hole into her leg. She walked out to the backyard, raising her wand into the air and crying out the words that had echoed in her mind ever since she was 17. The words that had haunted her ever since July 21st 1977.
"Morsemordre!"