A/N: This is not really a chapter, in case you are wondering why it looks
so short. It's more of an introduction. Just a small taste of things to
come. And remember. things always get worse before they get better.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with the Harry Potter books, just the plot of my story!
Hermione Anne Granger. He was not even sure that her two best friends, the ones who followed her around like personal bodyguards, knew her middle name. It sickened him to see her laughing with the Boy Who Lived and Weasley. Weasley especially, seemed to be the ultimate threat. He watched the way Weasley looked at Hermione, and even worse, the way Hermione looked at Weasley. Even from his hiding place behind the bookshelf, he could see the love she had for Ronald Weasley.
He was finding it hard to concentrate on his classes, probably because many of them were with her. His small crush had begun escalating into something he was having trouble controlling. He mused about her in the common room, in the dead of the night when the rest of his dorm mates lay in peaceful repose. He watched her in the library, while she immersed herself so fully in her studies. She had smarts, for sure, something else he found himself envying.
Her bushy hair fascinated him, her new smile, utterly dazzling. Not only did all these things about her cloud his mind, but also was even more perplexed at her bravery. A true Gryffindor. Something he was not, but then again, something he never thought he would want. It wasn't that he loved her. How could he? She was a Mudblood, an unacceptable breed. All the hatred he showed her was genuine. However, underneath all the spitefulness, there was a burning, terrifying obsession.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with the Harry Potter books, just the plot of my story!
Hermione Anne Granger. He was not even sure that her two best friends, the ones who followed her around like personal bodyguards, knew her middle name. It sickened him to see her laughing with the Boy Who Lived and Weasley. Weasley especially, seemed to be the ultimate threat. He watched the way Weasley looked at Hermione, and even worse, the way Hermione looked at Weasley. Even from his hiding place behind the bookshelf, he could see the love she had for Ronald Weasley.
He was finding it hard to concentrate on his classes, probably because many of them were with her. His small crush had begun escalating into something he was having trouble controlling. He mused about her in the common room, in the dead of the night when the rest of his dorm mates lay in peaceful repose. He watched her in the library, while she immersed herself so fully in her studies. She had smarts, for sure, something else he found himself envying.
Her bushy hair fascinated him, her new smile, utterly dazzling. Not only did all these things about her cloud his mind, but also was even more perplexed at her bravery. A true Gryffindor. Something he was not, but then again, something he never thought he would want. It wasn't that he loved her. How could he? She was a Mudblood, an unacceptable breed. All the hatred he showed her was genuine. However, underneath all the spitefulness, there was a burning, terrifying obsession.