Hermione Granger.Slytherin?!
Chapter 18: The 2 Hermiones
A/N: This story takes place a week after chapter 17
The school was in a panic. A complete total and utter panic. Every Muggle-born in the Houses of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff was either killed or Petrified, but unfortunately, no one could do anything. The Heiress of Slytherin struck hard, fast and without warning. She left no clues as to her identity or motive. Apparently, she wanted it that way. And, she kept leaving messages. The creepiest one yet was written on the wall of the Great Hall in blood and script: " I'm still hungry for more. Let me feast on the panic." It was also the most mystifying message.
All the panic pleased Hermione to no end. This whole thing was proceeding according to plan. All she had to do was attack the House of Ravenclaw and then lure Weasley down into the Chamber, leave a message for the school to find and hope for Harry to come down into the Chamber to rescue his plan. The plan was flawless. Except Hermione now had a bigger problem: her conscience.
"You're joking, love." Draco said as Hermione told him this information. "What could be keeping you from this?"
"The Hermione Granger I used to be." Hermione muttered darkly. "I feel like there are 2 different versions of me: the one I used to be and the new and improved me. The old me is telling me that what I'm doing is wrong and that I'll regret it. I'm ignoring her because she a loser, a wimp. I have no further use for Hermione Granger, the Mudblood and that is because the only thing that I have in common with her is that we are both very smart."
"Sounds like a real power struggle to me."
"Hermione the Mudblood wants control, but the true me, Hermione Riddle, the Heiress of Slytherin will not give it up. I refuse to allow all of my work; all of the precious knowledge about the Chamber of Secrets go to waste. I have to finish this." She'd dropped her voice so only Draco could hear. " For Father."
Draco nodded. He alone understood how important this whole incident was to Hermione, for he knew how difficult it was to please one's father. At least, he was doing a fairly good job with his father, Lucius.
"What are you going to do, now?" Draco asked.
"Proceed as planned. There's no way I'm going to let anyone ruin my plans. I'm too close to achieving my goal to give up now."
A/N: This story takes place a week after chapter 17
The school was in a panic. A complete total and utter panic. Every Muggle-born in the Houses of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff was either killed or Petrified, but unfortunately, no one could do anything. The Heiress of Slytherin struck hard, fast and without warning. She left no clues as to her identity or motive. Apparently, she wanted it that way. And, she kept leaving messages. The creepiest one yet was written on the wall of the Great Hall in blood and script: " I'm still hungry for more. Let me feast on the panic." It was also the most mystifying message.
All the panic pleased Hermione to no end. This whole thing was proceeding according to plan. All she had to do was attack the House of Ravenclaw and then lure Weasley down into the Chamber, leave a message for the school to find and hope for Harry to come down into the Chamber to rescue his plan. The plan was flawless. Except Hermione now had a bigger problem: her conscience.
"You're joking, love." Draco said as Hermione told him this information. "What could be keeping you from this?"
"The Hermione Granger I used to be." Hermione muttered darkly. "I feel like there are 2 different versions of me: the one I used to be and the new and improved me. The old me is telling me that what I'm doing is wrong and that I'll regret it. I'm ignoring her because she a loser, a wimp. I have no further use for Hermione Granger, the Mudblood and that is because the only thing that I have in common with her is that we are both very smart."
"Sounds like a real power struggle to me."
"Hermione the Mudblood wants control, but the true me, Hermione Riddle, the Heiress of Slytherin will not give it up. I refuse to allow all of my work; all of the precious knowledge about the Chamber of Secrets go to waste. I have to finish this." She'd dropped her voice so only Draco could hear. " For Father."
Draco nodded. He alone understood how important this whole incident was to Hermione, for he knew how difficult it was to please one's father. At least, he was doing a fairly good job with his father, Lucius.
"What are you going to do, now?" Draco asked.
"Proceed as planned. There's no way I'm going to let anyone ruin my plans. I'm too close to achieving my goal to give up now."