Hermione smiled to herself when she realized that the professor just might be onto something. She secretly hoped so...Oh how she loved him, almost as much as she loved her Master, the most powerful wizard in the world. She sat at the Gryffindor table with those two fools Harry and Ron, and she closed her eyes as her fingers traveled to the hem of her skirt. She pulled the skirt up slowly and touched her right and then left thighs gently until she felt that familiar powerful tingle the dark mark gave her. It reminder her of who she really belonged to. Despite her lineage, Hermione Granger was an extremely powerful witch, more powerful in fact than Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley combined. Ron looked at Harry wide eyed and mouthed "Is she alright?" Pointedly referring to Hermione who looked like she was lost off in another world, there sitting in between her two closest friends. "I don't know Ron." Was all Harry could reply and they both let out a little gasp when she tilted her head back seemingly in ecstasy and then suddenly opened her eyes to look at them. Hermione laughed out loud and wondered how long these idiots would trust her and if they would ever find out exactly where her true loyalties lie. They would never suspect her, not the sweet little bookworm Hermione, she is Gryffindor through and through. Ha! She thought, they have always been to brave for their own good, foolish bravery. Hermione looked up at the high table again as she made eye contact with her prey. "I will have him."