The Forbidden Ship

A/N: sorry, no sex. *hides*

Prompt: Destiny

His cold, dark gaze fell upon the numerous dead bodies with pleasure before looking at her. Her brown eyes sparkled in fury. She looked positively magnificent in all her glory.



She'd done this. 



For him. 



It proved her worth. 



"Not for you," she corrected.



He raised one eyebrow, daring her to continue. 



"For me," she explained. "Silly, little girls who think they can change you, with the power of love no less." 



Tom snorted. 



"I think we both know your destiny," she added.



"Lord Voldemort was, is and will always be it," he concurred.



"Not the destiny I was referring to," Hermione corrected again.



He tilted his head slightly, waiting for her to elaborate. Instead of words, her wand flashed green and his body dropped to the ground, lifelessly. 



"This, on the other hand, is," she said, stepping over his still warm corpse coldly.