Title:
Obsession
Author: Rhapsody
Summary: Hermione becomes infatuated with a certain Professor and decides to
learn everything she can about him. She knows that she is forbidden to declare
how she feels, so she keeps it inside. This leads to an obsession. But what
will come of it?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned
by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury
Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is
being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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But something in me wanted more. I couldn't help from still wanting to get
closer to this man. So the next day I made my move. I made my decision. I would
follow this man to his room and get inside. I needed something of his to study,
so I could learn more about him...
Chapter 2
He walked down the corridor slowly, his steps were weary. There was something on his mind. The lines of his face were drawn. He was troubled. I felt a sudden desire to learn what it was. So a trailed a little closer to him.
I made no noise as I followed less than a yard behind him, hidden beneath an invisibility cloak. He was humming quietly to himself. A song which I recognized from my younger years. I began to hum along with him, inadvertently.
Suddenly he stopped. My arm brushed his back. I stepped away from him quickly. He turned around and peered right through me.
"Padfoot?" he asked quietly.
I looked at the lines of his face, which had softened. He shook his head.
"I'm going mad," he said to himself and turned, continuing on his way.
I followed him once more until he reached a portrait of a disheveled looking fairy. It looked rather drunk and was vomiting in the corner of the painting. She stopped purging just long enough to let him into the room and quickly closed hole.
I was locked out. I slowly sank to the floor and began to weep. I had no knowledge of why I was weeping, but the tears trickled down my cheeks. I slid out from underneath the cloak, becoming visible. I didn't care anymore. Let the world see me. Something inside me felt broken, like I needed to follow him to stay alive. I kept crying silently in the corridor.
I got a lump in my throat and gasped for air. I felt like I was choking. I shut my eyes to try and shut out the feeling, but it persisted. I suddenly realized I was still in another class. I needed to get back to myself.
I ran down the corridors to meet myself by the suit of armor I normally met myself at. My breath was catching in my throat I had to get there. I urged myself on, faster, faster. I had ten seconds, nine, eight...
I collided with myself. I picked myself up off of the floor reluctantly. I wanted to just die there. I had missed my opportunity to get closer to him. I brushed the dust from the floor off of my robes and I began to walk back to my dormitory. A sudden heavy weight on my heart.
