A/N: I have no claim on the character names, but character changes and plot is my own. Thank you to my first two reviewers. I really didn't expect anyone to respond so quickly, so thank you. And it really is ok if you find the story weird. It will all make sense eventually.

Chapter 1: Magic of the Soul

To start my tale, I will not go back to the beginning where I met her, but to the beginning where I felt her slip away. Before you draw any conclusions...we had and felt nothing until after she ruled the world- she still hated me as before as I hated her. I still believe that I loved her at the same time, without knowing it, without feeling the compassion for my true soul mate.

I will start in our seventh year, near the end of the last school year. I will start at the first moment that I knew, subconsciously, that something was wrong with Hermione Granger, known bookworm, and devoted friend to the famous, good for nothing Potter and his flame haired snitch of a sidekick, Weasley. I wonder how I could have ever thought such things about two of my closest friends, and brave companions, those who fought beside me, trying to save the one that we loved, the one that had captured our hearts, mine with love, and theirs with friendship. But I fear that I rush into my tale, to far into the future. The nature of this tale is to teach that although to good might end in evil, there is still hope for that dark path. Without more of my painful memories, the beginning of my tale.

Draco Malfoy

Hermione Granger woke the last Saturday morning of her seventh year in a panic. She had made plans to research the last assignment for Snape's Potion class – That evil man, she thought – and the library was only open for this morning. Unfortunately, to make matters worse, there was only three copies of the text needed for the assignment, and as she had been busy with Head Duties, she had forgotten to reserve a copy.

She quickly dressed in a pair of comfortable jeans and a t-shirt, and ran out of her dorm while throwing a cloak over top.

Racing down the deserted hall, she came skidding to a stop at the library doors. There were already three other people waiting...Neville Longbottom (she personally thought that his efforts were wasted; Snape would never pass him, even if he aced the assignment), Draco Malfoy, and Pansy Parkinson (who was only there because of her insane attachment to Malfoy).

"Hey, Neville. How are you this morning?" she asked pleasantly, trying not to laugh hysterically at Pansy's antics to get Malfoy's attention.

"Great, Hermione, just perfect. However, I've already been here for an hour this morning to make sure I get a copy of that text for Potions. Nasty of that bastard Snape to give an assignment this large, a week before school ends, and that only has three required texts in the entire school!!!!" Neville looked worried, as Malfoy glared at him for insulting Snape. As Head Boy, Malfoy could have taking points off, but since Hermione was there, he shrugged it off. She suspected that he had been up to his usual bullying act before she had arrived. 'Really! When will he grow up!' she thought.

"Well in that case, you and I can share the text, alright, Neville? That way psycho slobber and ferret boy don't have to share. The entire world will be better off!" She smiled sweetly at Malfoy, giggling to herself as she noticed the relief in his eyes was quickly overpowered by a glare.

"Watch your tongue, MUDBLOOD! Drakie and me want to share! Don't we, wuvable wittle Drakie?" Pansy practically was in Malfoy's arms as he tried to sink into the wall. Hermione glanced at Neville, who was sticking a finger down his throat in mock gesture to throwing up, and Hermione stifled her second giggle in five minutes.

Ignoring the to Gryffindors, Malfoy muttered under his breath, "It's Draco... not Drakie...slut!" but luckily, Pansy didn't hear him. Glancing around, he was drawn to the simple beauty of Granger's hair. Surprised, he noticed that he hair wasn't brown, but a deep chocolate brown, and if it was possible, her hair had highlights of honey brown. His gaze shifted to her skin, which, also to his surprise, looked like a milky cream color, as if he could run a finger across her cheek and make ripples in the liquid smooth skin. Why did he suddenly feel warm and tingly as he noticed the color of her brown eyes? And was he imagining the flicks of gold that surfaced when she laughed, like hidden flowers in the fresh ground? Her lips were a lovely rose red, ripe and erotic, fully inviting to be... What was he thinking? So, she was beautiful, but trashy, and so far beneath his that he was like royalty, and her, the simply harem girl who he could toss on her back, spread he legs and...STOP! Giving his head a shake he looked up to see Granger gazing at him with frustration.

"What are staring at, Malfoy?" Her voice was husky and deep, but her eyes smiled at him, as though nothing he had ever done could bring her down. "Parkinson thought you had gone off into a trance you were so out of it. She even tried climbing in your arms to try and get your attention. I didn't know you were so rude!" She lit up in the face as she made fun of him. He noticed that she had been hold the library door open for him, and was starting to get annoyed. "Come on, I'm not going to stand hear all day. Are you coming in or staying out?"

"Coming, Granger. Don't get your grannie panties in a twist." He sneered the last comment, trying to forget the thoughts he had been having moments before, and regretted the comment immediately.

"That's Ms. G-String to you pal!" She glared at him and waltzed into the library, leaving Draco Malfoy to be hit by the door.

An hour and a half later, and approximately twenty pages into her notes, Hermione stretched and got up from the table Neville and her had been working on. Sauntering into the Restricted Section, she made her way to the farthest row, were her favourite books were, and planned to take a break by reading for a small bit. Not particularly watching where she was going as she looked for a book, she stumbled on something lying in her path.

Seeing a book she glanced at the title: "Elektrisch NervtÖtend Zauberei". Recognizing the language to be German, and as her German wasn't to best, her roughly translated it to be "Electric Soul Magic". Interested, and vaguely curious, she wondered why she had never seen this book before, the text that seemed to be an ancient manuscript, one that should be locked away, not in the Restricted Section where any student could read it. Knowing that she should bring it the front desk, she still could resist opening the book and reading a small bit. It couldn't hurt, right? She thought. It felt right, like the words on the pages were calling to her, beckoning her to read. She opened the cover, and began to read the first page. But as she read, and almost drown in the beauty of the words, the pages she turned were gone, the words disappeared, although she didn't notice. She was entrapped within the words she was reading. She should have researched the German more, because she had translated wrong, the title was "Electric Soul Destroying Magic".

Draco straightened for his work, and glanced at the clock on the wall, which read 10:45 am. As grateful as he was for having snagged one of the texts, he found himself shocked to be grateful for Granger's suggestion that Pansy and him didn't need to share a text. Pansy hadn't even opened the text and she had been here for nearly two hours. Draco shook his head at this, really not surprised but always taken aback that Pansy always seemed to pass somehow.

Looking Granger's way, he was confused to find her not there, but her books and bag were lying deserted on her table, as Neville had already left. Dismissing her from his thoughts, he slowly entered the Restricted Section to search for more information that deep down he knew wasn't there. Coming around the corner of the farthest row, he found Hermione Granger sprawled against the wall with a thick leather bound book on the ground beside her.

What scared him the most was the glowing of the words on the last page of the book that were beginning to disappear, and Hermione's hands replaced the book's glowing. This unearthly light seeped through her body and cocooned her in white light. This isn't natural, this can't be happening, I'm not seeing this...Draco's thoughts began to blur.

Running up to Hermione, Draco shook her, tried to snap her out of the trance she was in. "Come on, Granger! What the hell is wrong with you? What are you doing? Snap out of it!!!!"

He gave up when she didn't respond, and started to panic when she stopped breathing. Flipping the book over he read the title, but as languages were not his thing, he didn't understand the strange words. Trying to lift the cover, he found the book sealed shut and the more he pried, the worst conclusions he began to draw.

"Granger, what the hell have you done?" he whispered, now terrified by the slowly blackened hair and coal black eyes of the glowing girl. "This isn't happening, this isn't possible. What is wrong with you? Snap out of it. Granger, can you hear me? What is going on? What have you done to yourself?"

Suddenly, slash marks appeared on her arms and she began to bleed. Her blood wasn't real, he kept telling himself, blood didn't glow like that, or run that fast. A flash of something blew him back into the shelf and he knew nothing more.

Draco slowly woke up and found Hermione passed out on the floor. She was breathing again, the glowing had stopped, and her hair and eye color had returned to normal. There was no trace of cuts on her arms, but Draco didn't notice the glowing blood sinking into the stone beneath them.

Slowly, with pain, he crawled over to Hermione and started to shake her. "Granger, wake up!" She began to stir and immediately held her aching head. Draco lifted her into a sitting position. "Are you alright?"

"Malfoy? Get off me! Where am I? Why are you holding me? What is going on?" She started to hit him, punching his chest in wild fury, panicked about her condition; and panicked about her location in his arms.

Gaining control of her arms, he held her till she calmed down. "We must have been unconscious for some time. I'd say that it is almost dinner time Can you stand up? Or maybe you could explain what the hell is the matter with you or even that book?"

Searching for the book as evidence to his accusation, he found that it had disappeared.

"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" He turned around in confusion to the question and found her falling to the ground in a faint. It was the last thing she remembered saying before she slipped into the unconscious.

My first memory of something strange about Hermione Granger was of that moment.

She must have been possessed to not remember that awful glowing. It, admittedly, had been a traumatic experience and should have been more etched in my mind, had the events that followed it been not so frightening, full of dark possession, lust and betrayal.

I didn't know what to do. I knew that I hated her, despised her perfect correct ways, but at the same time, she seemed so...helpless... so small...

I carried her to the Hospital Wing where the perfectly broken body was gently cared for.

And helpless myself, I didn't know what to do...but leave her there...all alone.

Draco Malfoy

A/N: So, this is the first chapter. Sorry to those who actually speak German fluently if the title seems not correct in its translation. My German is a little rusty. What do you think so far? I will take any comments to heart, even if they get ignored in the process of my writing. Please, if you wish, read and review. Till I finish the next chapter. Callista.