Desire & Deceit
Prologue
She had lain on the bed for hours, letting the bitter anguish that had consumed her slowly filter out through her tears. She had started thinking about everything that had happened, about how blind and stupid she had been, and about much she hated them both. No not him, just her. He would have never had gone to her willingly. She must have bewitched him somehow. Yes, that had to be it. He would have never left her for that pathetic mugblood. But deep inside she didn't believe it.
She got up off the bed and walked over to the mirror. The tear stains on her face were streaked with black from the mascara that had washed out of her eyelashes. She was still pretty. Her features were better than hers at least. The raven hair that surrounded her face was always soft and shiny. She had luscious curves and was the most popular girl in Slytherin house. The mudblood couldn't boast any of that. Then why did he choose her over me! The anguish and despair that had filled her only a moment ago now quickly turned to anger. Then from anger to rage. Then from rage to hatred.
She turned around and flung herself at the large black trunk that rested at the foot of her four-poster bed. She started digging through it, throwing things out right and left, searching for something. A scream escaped her, signifying that she had found what she had been looking for. She hurled it against the stone dormitory wall. Shattered glass flew across the room. The enraged girl whispered a few choice words and a jet of orange light spewed from the thin wooden wand held in her right hand. The wooden frame was quickly incinerated, then she noticed that the picture had gotten separated. After a hurried search, she found that it slid up under another bed. She pulled it out and gave a last look to the boy with silvery-blond hair it was of before dropping it and setting it on fire as well. She watched as it crumpled up then turned to ash.
The hate that filled her was indescribable. She wanted vengeance, she wanted to make them both pay. She would make him pay by taking her from him. She would make her pay by taking everything from her, by torturing her, by making her wish for death, and by eventually granting that wish. Yes…oh yes. That is how she would do it, but she would need help. Who would help her do this to them?
She walked back over to the mirror to find that her face was on fire with hate and fury. It made her ugly. Hideous in fact. She banged her head against it causing it to crack into thousands of tiny pieces and causing it to scratch her face. Blood was getting into her eyes. She shrieked, swore, and sent the mirror flying towards the floor. The last thing she did before collapsing onto the cold, hard, stone floor beneath her was look up at the ceiling and screech "I'll get you Hermione Granger if it's the thing I do!"