A/N: The whole thing about two installments was a lie. Apparently my mind is only capable of coming up with 500 words at a time for this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, etc etc...
Obsession
Hermione. Hermione. Hermione. How can I get you to love me? Ron Weasley's thoughts had no room for anything or anyone but his latest crush. As he paced back and forth, thinking of only Hermione, the door to the Room of Requirements opened. Ron stepped back in surprise. He knew the RR was always there to help but he didn't think it could help him with his love life. He entered, curious as to what could possibly be in the room that could help him. When he entered the room and his eyes saw what it contained, he blinked twice to make sure he really was seeing what he saw.
The room was filled with hundred of images of Hermione. They were beautifully and masterfully created. He explored the depths of the room and it seemed that no matter how far he walked, there was an endless supply of Hermione portraits. There was an odd sense of tension.
After some time, he realized that he didn't know how to get back. The winding maze of pictures that he admired now trapped him in. He felt their ominous presence overbearing. The pitch black walls, floor, and ceiling finally disturbed him. He frantically ran, left, right, left again. He stopped, panting for breath. Ron found himself in a secluded room, not a winding corridor.
This room peculiarly enough did not have an drawings of Hermione. Instead the walls were covered with elaborate hand drawn maps of Hogwarts. Upon closer examination, he noticed a small black dot with the tag "Hermione" was moving though the hallways of the school; clearly headed for the library. Ron froze in shock. This was a Marauder's Map dedicated to only Hermione's location. His fingers traced the map. Ron's stomach sickened when he saw that the drawings were of not only Hogwarts but of Hermione's home, her neighborhood, her parents' vacation home in France, her aunt's house, and even the Burrow. They were in perfect detail.
The Room of Requirements must have created these, he reasoned. No sane human would devote so much time and energy to make something like this. He left the room and went to examine one of the paintings. He need one last bit of evidence to prove his claim. He flicked his wand out and whispered "lumos". With the wand's light, he search the painting for some form of artist signature. On the right hand corner of the painting he found what he was looking for. In green ink the tiny letters "D L M" were scribbled carelessly.
His worst fears were confirmed. Someone was stalking Hermione.
He heard a door creak. Someone else was in here. He heard the boy whistling tunelessly. Ron made a mad dash toward the source of the whistling. Just when he was near the exit, the room started growing darker. He found the door but to his horror it was fading away. He flung himself forward, grasping madly at the rapidly fading handle. Before he opened the door and left, he took one quick glance back and caught a fleeting glimpse of a pale boy.
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