Against Your Will

By: Kalinka (SeburusuSeneipu)

Rating: PG-13 (For language, violence in later chapters, and anything else that I may do with this story…may later turn to R…mauahahaaa)

Summary: Hermione along the way to the train finds a piece of jewelry. She later discovers that willing or not…she will be forced to endure the bindings of the jewels magic. But just how bad can it get?

Content: Romance, angst, drama, action/adventer, etc.

Chapter 1, First to be Chosen

She was going to be late! Her mind raced faster than her feet, as she quickly assessed how much time it would take to reach the train. If she didn't hurry—she didn't want to think of it. How would she contact the school? Owl? Did she remember the address? Would the owl remember it? She'd only used her own owl a few times, and that was a few years ago...she honestly didn't know why she still kept him. Could the owl have grown on her? She thought about getting rid of it, and a dull pang hit her stomach. She had gotten herself attached.

"Oh no!" she cried out. Speaking of the owl, she had forgotten it! In all her stress to get ready and prepared, and then leave—she had left him! I'll have to use one of the schools owls and ask my mom to deliver him back. Would she know how to send him? No, this is not the time to think of these things...right now she needed to concentrate on getting to the train on time.

What if she did miss? How would she get home? Her parents weren't there to wait on her, and see her off to make sure. No, this year they couldn't make it due to...an unexpected death in the family. They could barely take the time to bring her to the station. More grim thoughts... She needed to stop or else her mind would get caught up in itself again.

She rounded the corner, to the floor that had the passage to the Hogwarts train. She pulled up to the passage, and ran through.

She didn't quite make in through smoothly though...Some unfortunate first year had blocked the entrance, just beyond, in too much shock probably to move. She collided hard, too, since she was running so fast. The kid tripped forward, scraping her knees and palms along the rough concrete, crying out in shock. Hermione herself, forced her body to fall to the right as to not fall on the child, just able to shift her weight enough...but the change, made her fall on her right side, her hands fell to each side, trying to prevent it, also failing to an extent. Instead of for the impact, Hermione cried out for a different reason.

She felt a searing pain in her right hand, which had received the most force of the fall. She recoiled that hand, pulling it towards her chest, instinct to keep it safe, and away from other harm. Human thought kicked in, and instead, pulled the hand back away, to examine what had happened, incase she had damaged her hand by falling on it so heavily.

She took in a small intake of breath as she glimpsed at a pendant stuck on her palm. It was tear-shaped and mostly black with tiny red sparkles littering the entire surface of the stone. Her mind recognized it as probably being goldstone, which is manmade, often with flecks of colored copper, for the sparkles. In the center of the stone, were gold shapes, which clearly formed eyes, eyebrows, a nose, and a mouth. She looked closer at it, seeing the tiny, fine detailing in the gold, accenting just about every detail the real facial parts would have.

Suddenly she looked away, to see that the girl was no longer there, but there were a few small smudges of blood where she had fallen. Hermione snapped her head up as the loud whistle of the train blew, signaling that there was only about two minutes left before they closed the doors to depart. She jumped up from her spot, to see that her cart had luckily not rolled away so much, but had rolled out from the platform entrance--incase anyone tried to leave or come through. She walked to her cart and onto the train with her things, Crookshanks gazing at her lazily from the top of her suitcases, as if to lastly make sure that his master was okay from the fall. She picked up the cat as she placed her luggage away in with the rest.

She quickly found the compartment with her friends, Luna, Ginny, Ron, Harry and Neville. They had surprisingly found a compartment near the front of the train. She was wearing a sweatshirt with long sleeves, and decided to keep the stone hidden from view. What Hermione didn't realize until then, while fingering it inside her sleeve, was that it wouldn't come off...

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Towards the end of the welcoming feast, and after the students had received their schedules, the group of friends discussed their classes. Hermione and Harry had advanced potions first (Luckily not a double class). Ron was not taking potions any more. As he said: "I've had plenty of my share of Snape…if you two are willing to suffer further then so be it, but I won't take any part in it."

Neville promptly agreed with Ron, but Luna was more on Harry and Hermione's side. "I rather like potions…I rather like the teacher who teaches it too..." she trailed off, gaining a dreamy look on her face as her eyes clouded over.

Harry, Ron and Neville both immediately turned towards her, looks of horror and disgust clearly evident on their faces. "Wh—n—bu—nnnn—noooooooo," stuttered Ron, who looked like he might just explode on the spot.

Neville turned towards Hermione, seeing that she had not reacted quite like the rest of them. "'Mione, why are you acting like you don't care…even we know you the git as well."

It was true Hermione had despised him and everything he was. But she just smiled and spoke. "Because Luna's already told me and Ginny," she replied sweetly. Ginny nodded, slurping her juice.

"You knew! You two knew!" shouted Harry.

"Well it was a girl to girl secret, but I don't even think Luna realized that she gave it away just now…" said Ginny after she swallowed, looking across the table at Luna's glassy eyes as she stared at the chicken leg on her plate, smiling widely.

"That girl sure loves her chicken," remarked Neville, scoffing.

"But look…you can't mention this to anyone else! If anyone finds out…especially a Slytherin, then she'll be made fun of all the time…more so than already, rather," pleaded Hermione.

Ron's face was still fire engine red, and was glaring at the table; he was shaking on the spot. Then everyone's attention fell to him.

"Ron…?" asked Ginny timidly. She knew what was coming, she'd experienced that twice before…once when their twin older brothers had played one really nasty joke on him that had some…lasting affects that wont be mentioned. Then again when someone made a truly sappy joke about Quidditch. It was not fun.

"HOW THE BLOODY HELL! HAS THIS WORLD GONE MAD? AM I THE ONLY SANE PERSON LEFT IN THIS SCHOOL WHO HAS SOME SANITY LEFT? SNAPE? SNAPE! HOW THE BLOODY FUCKING HELL CAN YOU—I CANT EVEN SAY IT! HOW DO—." He didn't get to finish. Fortunately, Harry who was sitting right next to him, managed to throw Ron to the ground. He happened to be at the last explosion Ron had, and figured out that the only way to shut him up was with force.

Ron cried out and started to struggle against Harry holding him down.

:CRACK:

Unfortunately…like last time…it would seem Harry would be leaving with a bloody nose…

The hall had gone quiet now, except for Malfoy's laughter from the other table. "He's finally cracked, that boy has!" he goons laughed along, enjoying the show.

Harry fell away from Ron, who quickly rose onto his feet, shrugging his robes into place, a look of loathing on his face. He glared at Harry for a moment, before stomping from the Great Hall.

Murmurs started to fill the hall; even the teachers spoke among themselves, debating what to do and how to react to such an event. For the rest of the feast, whisper was what mostly consumed the hall, and sounded like a strong breeze had managed to slip past the windows.

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End of the first chapter. I know it kind of drags on and is slow…but it IS the first chapter. Okay, so this was just to get things started, and hope it wasn't…too much of a turnoff. Things will get better the next chapter. I was going to write more, but I really really don't have time tonight. I have far to much to do today for school.

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