A/N Okay, so this is my first time trying this ever. In my whole damned life. So it'll probably suck.
Disclaimer: If this belonged to me, I would do things to it that would put Jo Rowling into tears. Even though it's not mine, I do that anyway, but it's not legal. Evil Grin
She was sitting by herself in a corner of the library. She was there every day that I could remember. Every day that I came into the library she was there. I didn't come that often before I noticed that she was always there. Now I come more often. But I don't come for the books. I come for her.
She's an enigma. She does all her own work, then manages to help those bastards she calls friends to do their homework. Maybe that's the reason they were put in Gryffindor. I think that she should have been a Ravenclaw. There is really no reason for her not to be. In fact, she has a bit of Slytherin in her too.
But she's a mudblood. She'd never be accepted here. Maybe that's why she's a Gryffindor. I do think our two houses are similar. We're both independent, and we both like to have the upper hand. We use knowledge to our advantage. The way we use it is where we differ.
Notice how I said knowledge. I don't believe that's just facts about giant wars, like History of Magic relates, or just being able to shoot spells at the top of your voice with a flourish of the wand to prove it.
That's another reason she's not in Ravenclaw. They have a different attitude towards knowledge. They think that having those facts is everything. It can't be everything. You have to know your opponents.
That's why I study her so carefully. I know that one day I might have to face her. That will not be pretty. But I won't beg. I'll use my knowledge, just as she uses hers. She'll fight me evenhandedly. That's something I'm sure she has in her Gryffindor blood.
She'll be an invaluable asset, that's for sure. How I wish she were on our side. But that's a traitorous thought. She can never be on our side. She's a mudblood. The Dark Lord would never accept her, or vice versa. But maybe I can use her to my advantage.
That's what being a Slytherin is all about. Using other people's weaknesses as our own strengths, and taking advantage whenever we can. Murdering every step of the way.
Some people say it's not easy, killing all the time. But if a traitor to the cause like Black can kill thirteen innocents all in one go, I can surely kill people that have betrayed me one at a time.
I think I know now, what's in store for her. Yes. Leave it all to my scheming brain to plan out the next year and a half of my life in forty-five minutes. At least I know. I just hope I don't fall for her charms. After all, she is a witch.
But I don't think that will matter to me. I've grown a cold heart. I know she'll try to resist my temptations, but it'll be too much. And then, when I know my task is complete, and I have the information I need, I'll smile. For the first time in seventeen years I'll smile, and laugh, while Hermionie Granger's blood flows in my fingers.
After all, I am a Slytherin.