Chapter One:

She was sick of it. Absolutely sick of it. She had been dealing with Malfoys insults for four years now and she just couldn't take it anymore. He was constantly there insulting her with his smirk and his cry of mudblood, and just every other thing he did. If it didn't stop she knew she would explode. And when she did, oh, they wouldn't just expel her, they would probably put her in Azkaban. The problem is, thought Hermione, there was no way to do it quietly. She hadn't any idea of any of his secrets and didn't have the means to find out so blackmail was out. Come on Hermione, think! They are calling you the brightest witch of the age and you can't think of a way to shut up that stupid git, Malfoy? You're better than that. You can do anything.

It was true too. Hermione genuinely believed that anything could be achieved if one tried hard enough. As long as it might take she knew it could be done.

However, it didn't take very long at all. Less than a month later she got her answer. Or at least an idea at any rate. And she could very well be put in Azkaban for it, but there was very little chance of her being caught this way. It had been utter rapture to find such an easy solution.

Professor Moody's magical eye swiveled about manically, not resting on anyone in particular, but Hermione had the feeling it was taking in everything. As creepy as the eye was she brought her attention back to what Moody was saying to the class. "So . . . do any of you know which curses are most heavily punished by wizarding law?"

Hermione raised her hand, and so, to her surprise did, Ron. She found this odd because Ron rarely made to participate in class and when he did he usually didn't know anything about what they were studying. At last Moody's bulbous blue eye stopped it's sickening spiral and rested on Ron. It didn't seem to help his confidence any. Still he said, sounding somewhat hesitant, "Er, my dad told me about one. . . . Is it called the Imperius Curse, or something?"

Hermione was surprised, and even a little proud, that was one of the three Unforgivable Curses. Moody went on to say, "Ah, yes. Your Father would know that one. Gave the Ministry a lot of trouble at one time, the Imperius Curse.

Moody got to his feet and took jar out of one of the desk drawers. He placed it on the table. Inside Hermione could see several large grotesque spiders. She couldn't tell how many as they were all tangled together but she had a nasty suspicion there were three. One for each curse, this naturally gave her the idea that…

Even as she thought that he took one of the spiders out of the jar and waved his wand at it, muttering, "Imperio." It was good that she always sat near the front of her room or she would have missed the incantation. As it was she heard it perfectly.

She spent the rest of the class thinking of the implications of this new knowledge. She didn't even mind when, as she walked into the corridor, Malfoy called her mudblood. She kept her dreamy smile on her face because she knew he wouldn't for much longer.

Even though she knew she was a near expert at it she wanted to try one more time before trying it on Malfoy because if something went wrong she knew it would go very badly for her. She checked the whole of the girls dormitory to make sure everyone was at lunch before she pulled the rat she had "borrowed" from the transfiguration department out of her pocket and set it on her neatly made bed. The moment she released it, it made to run off but before it got anywhere Hermione had her wand out and aim. With a near silent cry of, "Imperio!" she waved her wand and the rat stopped. With its pause came the weird tickling sensation in her brain that Hermione had come to associate with her mind controlling another's. She sent a command thought, as she thought of them, at the rat. Almost instantly the rat was running figure eights on her bed. Another command thought had it propelling itself forward with its tail. One last thought sent it into the cage under her bed where she kept the rats before putting them back.

She grinned delightedly, though it could easily have been mistaken for evil had anyone else been in the room with her to see it. It's time for Mr. Malfoy to get what he's had coming to him for a longtime, and boy, did she have lots planned.

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