Hermione Granger: A Mudblood No More

A Present of Death

A/N: Hey guys. Sorry this is taking so long to update. I literally have no ideas or inspiration for this story. *sad face* If you guys have any ideas. Please be sure to review and tell me! I'm having so much trouble with this. But here it is. Finally. The next chapter.

Hermione's POV:

Hermione was close to the point of snapping. She rubbed at her temples in frustration. "I'm going to give you one more chance to answer me." She dropped her hands and looked into the eyes of the person sitting on the ground, right in front of her, and spoke with a deadly calm voice. "Tell me where he is, and I won't kill you." The witch in front of her trembled with fear. But had a determined look on her dark skinned face. "I won't tell you where he is. He's my son and I'd rather die than give away his location!" She then spat in Hermione's face. Hermione didn't even flinch as the saliva dropped off of her cheek. She slapped the woman hard across the face, drawing blood. She then stood up from her kneeling position, took out her wand and pointed it at Dean Thomas' mother. She looked her right in the eyes. "Avada Kedavera" she said strongly, casting a green light straight at the older witch's chest and killing her instantly.

She then gave a look of disgust at the dead body laying on the ground and used her sleeve to wipe off the spit. "Disgusting witch. How dare she spit at me? She deserves what she got. How am I going to find Thomas now?" She groaned with frustration and impatience. "Whatever. I guess I'll have to find out myself." A new idea popped up in Hermione's head and she gave an evil smile. "I know who I can force to tell me!" She let out a short evil laugh. "Occlumency wasn't a great skill of his either. Which makes this even easier." She put a finger to the dead woman's cheek and swiped at the blood there. She then wrote H.G. above the woman's head.
A/N: Before you continue, I would just like to say that the person she's thinking of is NOT Harry. While it would be ideal, she still remembers their friendship. And plus I'd rather not kill Harry. Sorry if that disappoints anyone.

With a plan in her mind, Hermione set off to find out Seamus Finnigan's location. She apparated back to her flat that she bought after her years at Hogwarts. It was concealed and unplottable. She had done the enchantments herself, so they were especially strong, and only she could get in and out of the wards without setting off the alarms and repelling spells. Going into her flat, she immediately started gathering her supplies to help with her plan. She dug out a dusty book from her bookshelf and scanned through it. Nodding to herself, she put the book down at her table and grabbed the required ingredients for the potion she desired. She followed the instructions exactly, with a few extra spells and ingredients to make it to her specifications, including a few blond curly hairs. Yes witches and wizards, she was making a Polyjuice Potion. She was pretty much an expert on it, but had to use the book to refresh her memory.

After she was done she let it sit. The spells she used helped speed up the cooking time, but it still needed a bit of time. When all was said and done, she bottled up the potion in multiple glass flasks and stored them in her cupboard, labeled Polyjuice Potion:
A/N: Not telling you who the person is yet ;) One could never be sure when a specific person was needed for the potion, and one simply didn't have the time or resources to brew another batch. Hermione cast a few spells to keep it fresh. Well as fresh as a disgusting looking, smelling and tasting potion could be anyways. She wrinkled her nose at the foul odor of the potion and put a flask of it in her bag. She then packed a different outfit in her bag as well. One that would be the style of said person she was about to become. After getting everything cleaned up and packed, she cast a few disguising spells on herself and set off to find out where Seamus was.

She apparated out of her flat and landed right outside one of the many entrances into Diagon Alley. She got in fairly quickly, after all she was known for her abilities to trick people and other things into getting what she wanted. And right now, she wanted to find out where Seamus was. Hopefully he could lead her straight to Dean. With her disguise on, Hermione was able to quickly and sufficiently navigate Diagon Alley with no problems. She asked around, hoping that one of the many witches and wizards could be of some use. Fortunately for her, she managed to bump into an excited, younger looking witch, who let her know that Seamus was in Diagon Alley at the moment. He was at one of the pubs. Hermione thanked the witch and set off to the street full of bars. She remembered a while ago, when she was still at Hogwarts, that Seamus had told her and her friends about his favorite place to go and sneak a few drinks on the weekends. He had told them that it was between two other bars on the left hand-side of the street. And sure enough, there it was. The Irish Pub. Only someone who was an Irishman or woman would build a place like that and have their people drink there. And one of the those people would definitely be Seamus, Hermione thought while rolling her eyes. Fluffing her hair, she went inside and immediately went to work seeking out Seamus. Looking around, it was a giant scene of drunk Irishwizards hitting on, if even possible, more drunk Irishwitches. The smell was a bit worse than the sight. It smelled of alcohol, puke and sweat. Not the best combination in the world, and it made Hermione want to gag. As much as she wanted to find the brat, she made a quick trip the the little witch's room. After making sure the area was clear and no one had seen her enter, she pulled out the flask of Polyjuice Potion. Uncapping it, she wrinkled her nose at the foul odor. Deciding to woman up, she plugged her nose and took a big swig from the flask. She managed to choke it down and shivered with disgust afterwards. Quickly she screwed the cap back on before putting it away in her bag. She waited and watched the transformation in the dingy mirror as she went from brunette and fierce, to blonde and slutty. Giving herself a quick smirk to the mirror after the transformation had finished, she stepped out of the bathroom and into a place even more gross than the girl she had disguised herself as. Luckily she managed to pull herself together, and after a quick sweep of the room, she spotted Seamus. He was at the bar with a few witches who were clinging on to him as if their life depended on it. Giving a quick mental scowl, she snapped back into focus and remembered why she was there. She then popped in a piece of pink bubble gum and straightened out her outfit, a snug hot pink tube top with a too-short skirt and black stilettos, and strutted her way over to him.

Hermione snuck up behind him and looped her arms around his neck. She bent down to his ear and whispered the words, "Hey." Seamus immediately spun around to see his new guest and his jaw dropped at the sight of her. She gave a satisfied smile at his reaction and used her pointer finger to play with the curls of her now blonde hair. Seamus gave her a through once-over and said, "Lavender Brown. How nice to see ya dear." he said in his strong Scottish accent. Hermione blew a bubble and popped it before replying. "And you as well Seamus." By the way he was looking at her Hermione could tell that her plan would most likely work. She just had to charm the pants off of him, metaphorically of course. "I thought you hadn't wanted to see me again lovely, not after what happened last time." he said. Hermione mentally cursed before shaking her head. "I couldn't stay away. The temptation was too much to resist." She gave him a sly smile and took a seat next to him, much to the disappointment of the other witches. Seamus turned to them, "Excuse me ladies, I need to "catch up" with my friend here. It has been too long." he said now looking at Hermione. She winked at him, popping another bubble before shooing away the other girls. They huffed and stomped away in anger. Hermione rolled her eyes before turning to Seamus. "So how have you been? Looks like you've been keeping busy." Seamus gave a deep throaty chuckle at that. "Hard to keep them away deary. You know how it is. The ladies can't get their hands off of me." He put his arms behind his head in a moment of pride. Hermione, although annoyed at his cockiness, kept playing her part. "Oh I can definitely relate." She got up and placed her arms around his neck. She then sat down on his lap and looked into his eyes. "It really has been too long, I've missed you." She pouted her lips in mock disappointment, but he smiled at her anyways and she smiled back. She leaned into him and gave him a small peck on the mouth before pulling back slightly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and smashed his lips to hers. Hermione was internally grossed out, but kept up the kiss. After a few minutes of snogging, she pulled back breathing hard. "Seamus?" she asked out of breath. "Can I ask you something? It's kind of out of the blue, but it's extremely important." He kissed her jaw before replying "Of course love, anything you want." Hermione gave a coy smile that he couldn't see. "I need to know where our old friend Dean Thomas is." Seamus pulled back a bit, looking at her confused. "Why in the world would you need to know that?" Hermione shook her head, "I can't tell you out here, but if we go in the back it'll be more private." Seamus smiled at her before picking her up around the waist and taking her to a back room. There he took her inside and locked the door. He pushed her up against it, his mouth once again reclaiming hers.

"Dean's in the muggle town of Manchester, England on some secret assignment." He said between kisses, "He won't be back for a while." Hermione smiled at him in thanks before he asked, "Why do you need to know love? You said you'd tell me." He kissed her again and she whispered, "I need to give him a present." "What kind of present?" he asked. She pulled away and gave him an evil smile, "A present of death." He looked at her confused. "In fact," she said "I might give you the same present. You do seem to deserve it." Seamus' eyes widened and before he could react, Hermione pulled out her wand from the waist band of her skirt. She pointed it at herself removing the potion's effects for a few seconds revealing her true self. Seamus gasped out, "Hermione" She gave him a little wave before pointing her wand at him. "Bye bye Finnegan." He looked stunned. "Avada Kedavera." A green light protruded from the end of it, and Seamus slumped to the floor, dead. Hermione smiled at the sight before producing a small dagger out of a rag on the floor. She plunged it into his side and used the blood to spell out her legendary initials. Disguise still in effect, she wiped her mouth and walked right out of the building and apparated home. Mission successful, she thought to herself. Now to find Dean.

A/N: Annnnnd here we are. The end of chapter three. I know, I know. That took FOREVER to update. And I truly am sorry. There has just been a lot going on *cough* wasting my life on the internet *cough* and I just haven't had the inspiration to update this. That is until a lovely human being DMed me on Instagram and asked me to update this. Thanks for the push! I dedicate this chapter to you. You know who you are <3 Hopefully I can try to get this up more often. Please don't hate me if I can't. I love you all, keep reading.
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Update 2016: Okay so I've just recently remembered that I had this fic and while it is slightly cringey *cough* and not 100% correct grammar wise *cough* I have returned to fix it up a little. I might see ya again in future chapters. Who knows? ;)