"This is utter nonsense! Why can't he just leave me the hell alone?!" Hermione thought to herself as she rushed past the witches and wizards in the main hallway of the Ministry of Magic. It had been 3 weeks since the night Barty Crouch had came to visit after she wished him to appear from the shooting star, and ever since he revealed to her that she was the chosen candidate to be his wife, he had constantly bothered her to the point of sheer exhaustion. At this moment in time however, he had crossed the line and followed her to work that morning, determined not to let her out of his sight for even the slightest of seconds. Hermione desperately wanted to get away and have some privacy knowing full well that this probably wouldn't be the case now that Crouch had her on a tight leash. As she walked towards her office she swore hastly under her breath when she noticed Crouch in disguise hiding behind pillars as he advanced towards her department. When she reached the door that led into her private office she told one of the interns not to let anyone enter her office for any reason. Bittersweet was the day ahead of her for while she was constantly swarmed and watched by Crouch who had decided to spend his time waiting patiently in front of her department until her hours were up and he could use the advantage to take her home, Hermione knew that her work load seemed to become larger by the minute. She had made it through half of her day when her assistant burst into her office and told her that she was needed at an emergancy call. Hermione was estatic that at least this way, she would be able to be away from the leering eyes of her stalker, when she left her assistant went on their lunch break leaving Hermione's office empty and unguarded. Barty meanwhile was lurking in the shadows when he noticed the assistant leave and filled with glee he stormed into Hermione office and thought it would be a grand idea to rummage through her belongings. "Stubborn witch" He muttered to himself. "If you won't talk to me, then maybe I can get to know you from your possessions". Barty then spent the good amount of the next hour and a half going through every single item Hermione had in her office: Family photos, newspaper clipings, Books which included a variety of romance novels and he smirked to himself of Shakespheare. He knew Hermione was named from Shakespheare's the Winters Tale and believed the name to be quite fitting to her personality. It wasn't her intelligance, beauty, or charm that intrigued him, it was the fiery passion she showed whenever she was irratated or angry. Dare he say it, it provided quite the turn on and entertainment when he was bored. After finding nothing worth while, he was about to give up and leave the office when he noticed a book with a golden chain lock around it lying on the top of her bookshelf. Curious, he took the book down and hastily performing a charm, managed to unlock the chain. He opened the book slowly and showed a look of triumph as he read the inscribed message on the first page: This is the property of Hermione Jean Granger. Anyone who tries to read this will be under consequence. The light bulb clicked over Crouch's head as he registered this as Hermione's diary. "Oh my dear dear Miss Granger, now I will learn your deepest dark secrets and then you'll belong to me". Barty gingerly flipped through the contents of the diary but nothing of intrest seemed to grasp his eye until he noticed his name mentioned on one of the entries. He made a mental note to himself that he could be prepared for anything but when he began to read, nothing would have made him ready for this.
Harry told me today that Professor Moody was really the death eater Barty Crouch Jr in disguise. I can't believe an innocent man was tortured and forced to provide his dna for Crouch's sick twisted scheme to capture Harry and bring him before Voldemort. I know I'm not the type of person to feel hatred towards someone I've personally never met, but since he has led me for a fool the entire year pretending to be the quirky unusual professor I trusted with my life leaves me disgusted and revolted inside. I wish Barty Crouch had never exsisted. He's a monster that should never be trusted and is someone who's so wicked and uncaring that he will not, could not, should not, and will always be unable to love or be loved in return. He's a beast and I wish him dead so I can watch him burn and rot like the selfish cold cruel man he is.
Just as Crouch had finished reading Hermione had avaporated back into her office and caught him holding her diary wide open. "JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?!" Hermione exploded at him.
Barty looked up at her and stared in complete silence for several minutes then he flashed her a look of hurt as he threw the diary down onto the ground and stormed out of her office slamming the door violently behind him. When he was gone Hermione walked over and picked up her diary. She whispered "What could he have possibly read that would have made him so angry?" She looked down at the page then in shock and horror she silently mouthed "Oh no".
