Banner: Finicky Optimist! Thx! I am an assassin. If people knew that, they would hate me, so I remain silent. My past is complicated, one I'd rather forget. As a small child, I was kidnapped by Death Eaters and trained to be a killing machine. My mission has been to pry useful information from Harry Potter. Now, my mission: kill him. My only problem...I've fallen in love with him. Will I be able to carry out my mission? I don't know. All I ask is that you read my story. The story of a girl named Hermione Jane Granger.

"Hermione. How nice it was to hear my name again, remind me of who I was, to keep me from truly becoming the terrible, heartless monster that I was forced to impersonate. Every once and a while, through my pain, I would manage to talk. Not often, but every now and then, I would ask him to speak my name. Hermione. It’s amazing how important something as trivial as your name can become when you have nothing else to hold on to."...Hermione remains prisoner to Malfoy and begins to grasp that she may never make it out. She also realizes why she is being held...to be trained as an assassin.

"Yes, I would murder someone without hesitation if given the chance. I would torture them and watch as they screamed and writhed in agony until their swearing ceased and they lay dead and broken on the ground. And you, Lucius Malfoy, had better start running, because that monster...that b*stard who calls himself a man, the man I so desperately want to kill....is you..." Hermione reflects on the terrible turn her life has taken and comes to terms with her worst fears...

Just when you begin to think that everything makes sense, that you understand it all, you fall on your face and realize that nothing is as it seems...

Malfoy began to talk, his voice flat and emotionless, strictly business. “Who this man is and what he does is not important,” he said. “All that matters is that he is a threat. You know what that means.” Reluctantly, I raised my eyes to meet his cold, icy ones. “You have been telling me for months that you will take orders without question. Now I want you to prove it and murder this insignificant man.” Tears began to well in my eyes. Doing something in theory was one thing, but doing it in practice was something totally different...

I cannot help but let the hatred that I feel for Malfoy engulf me. I’m caught in the flames, the heat of hate and I cannot, no matter how hard I try, get myself out. I cannot escape; I cannot find the light. I find myself wanting to cause pain, wanting to torture, wanting to kill whenever I am forced to look upon Malfoy’s face. But I cannot tell Draco about this. I cannot tell anyone. I cannot even admit it to myself. Because, if I do, I will be admitting that there is a dark side to me. And if I admit that I have a darker side of me, what will stop it from fully taking me over?