Disclaimer: Not mine, of course!
A/N: Here is another pairing I've never written, so this is a first for me! I wrote the bit that he imagines first, because that was so vivid to me. I hope you like it! This really is the last update on this before I go on holiday!
Theodore Nott and Hermione Granger
He watches her from across the crowded room. She doesn't notice him. No one ever notices him. All the better for him.
He isn't handsome, and he isn't stupid. It's the 'Nott' at the end of his name that gives him power. That's what makes him attractive.
And yet, she never see's it.
He's not a violent person, but that's what she's driving him towards.
He can just picture it now.
His hand will be around her throat, and he'll whisper, 'You will love me.'
Somewhere deep in his mind, he knows he wont do it. She wouldn't let him get that close. And he almost wants to cry. But he doesn't cry. Because he's a Slytherin, he's strong and he can not cry.
He mumbled something incoherent to her in one of their potions lessons once. She thought he was being rude and took offence. Something inside him flickered and died a little that day, when he realised she thought so little of him.
When that something flickered and died, something else dropped into place. His anger, and now, he thinks that maybe it was that spark of anger that pushed him over the edge, pushed him towards darkness.
Now he sits and mindlessly caresses the mark burnt into his arm.
He knows she will be hunted down. She is a muggleborn and a friend of Potter. He ought to care, he loves her, doesn't he?
But he doesn't know anymore, whether it's love or obsession. The part of him that loved died long ago.
And if he can't have her, no one can.