Taken Over
by unwritt3n xx
Chapter 1
Prologue
Hermione Granger awoke with a start, when she heard a loud 'bang' against her door. "Wake up, Mudblood! You're going to be late for class, if you don't!" That was the call of Draco Malfoy, who had somehow managed to get Head Boy, while of course, she was Head Girl.
Well, that certainly got her attention. Hermione is known as the school's 'bookworm'. She was known to never miss a class, and she always read, studied, or just followed the school rules (usually).
"I'm up! I'm up!" she yelled at the door, while climbing out of bed, and putting on her fluffy, purple, cloth robe. She still couldn't believe she had overslept.
"Yeah, whatever, like I care." She heard him mutter through the door.
She went over to her dresser, got all of her stuff, and then ran straight to the bathroom, as she bumped into Malfoy, just to annoy him a bit, and locked the door. She tried untangling her hair, but it just wasn't working, so she just decided to put it in a loose bun, with wavy tendrils hanging over her heart-shaped face.
After she had brushed her teeth, and washed her face, she ran back to her room and tried to ignore Malfoy at all costs. Hermione ran to her closet, got her robes, and hurried to get dressed. Once she was dressed, she grabbed her wand and bag, and made sure all of her homework was there. She checked her appearance once more, and then she was off. Hermione was definitely hungry, since she had missed breakfast and all, but she had to hurry and get to Potions with the Slytherins. She had a feeling today was going to somehow get worse.
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Later on in the Great Hall, Hermione sat with Ron and Harry in their usual seats at the Gryffindor table for dinner. She was still stuffed from going into the kitchens, and having the house-elves give her food in between classes.
"Hey, look, you guys, I'm going to go ahead and head up to my room. I need to start writing my Potions essay."
"Hermione, the essay isn't due until two weeks," Harry said looking at her intently, with those emerald eyes of his. Ron was too busy chugging down his food, to notice she was talking at all.
"Harry, I'm just really not hungry right now, okay? And I just need time to think. I'll see you in the morning, okay?" she said, then quickly added, "You too, Ron."
All she got from him was, "feay youfuu." But from Harry, a goodbye hug. Harry's hugs always made me feel better, no matter what.
"Ronald, could you please not talk with your mouth full?" she said as more of an order than a question, over Harry's shoulder.
"Sorry," he answered sheepishly, while Hermione just rolled her eyes and Harry chuckled.
"Well, bye," Hermione said while grabbing her bag.
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Up in Hermione's room, she was quickly finishing up her essay, when there was a loud peck on her window. She looked over and found an eagle owl, with a letter on his leg, and a small package in his mouth. It was her parents' owl. They decided to get one just before school started this year. His name was Spirit. It was a common name, but she liked it.
"Hey, Spirit, c'mon in,"she said, while grabbing the package and letter, and then giving him an owl treat. He flew off, which obviously meant that her parents didn't want a reply.
Hermione opened the letter and found her mother's very neat penmanship:
To Our Dearest Hermione,
Your Father and I miss you so very much. I wanted to let you know that we both love you more than anything on this earth. You're the best daughter in the world. I wouldn't ask for anything better.
Hermione smiled as she read. She absolutely adored her parents, and would do anything for them. She read on:
In this package is something I found in a beautiful jewelry box up in our attic. It's a necklace, and I thought that you might want to have it. It belonged to one of your ancestor's. I think her name was Abigail. I hope you like it.
Love,
Mum & Dad
When she had finished reading it, she read it once more, and then opened the package. There, in the center, was a piece of real gold. All around it were rubies, emeralds, sapphires, and diamonds. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Hermione also felt power surge through her when she had ran her finger over it. It felt like she could do anything; like she was in control.
She also wondered who Abigail was, and how long ago did she exist. Hermione wanted to know, but before she did anything, she had put on the necklace.
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Harry stared silently at the retreating back of his best friend. He knew she was always studying or reading, so he didn't think much about it. Even though he thought this, he still was staring at the entrance doors. Ever since the end of fifth year, he had started to feel something for her. Everyone knew they were friends. They had always been, since first year. They had been known as 'The Golden Trio', which included himself, Hermione, and of course, Ron. But he always knew that they were friends, and that's all they'd probably ever be. Just Friends. He didn't want that. Not at all. Maybe he should go and tell her how he feels.
'Yeah, tell her how I feel. Just brilliant. Oh, and don't forget that she could turn you down, and your friendship would be ruined.' Harry hated this thought. He wanted to be with her more than anything. She was all he bloody thought about. Day and Night. Hermione. Hermione. Hermione. That's it. He just couldn't take it any longer. He decided that when he got up to the common room, he'd go to the Heads' dorm, and talk to her. Yeah, just talk. That's it. But little did he know, a pair of entrancing silver eyes were thinking the exact same thing, but without the talking part.
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Hermione felt power and darkness flood through her. It felt amazing. There was a gold light that was making her glow in the most wonderful way. She was holding her chin up with her eyes closed, with her arms out behind her. She felt evil rushing through her. She knew it was wrong to think it, but she felt good. Not just good, but powerful. It excited her. She had never felt like this before. Even when she punched Malfoy in third year. But she had never once, in her seventeen years of life, had she felt something like this. And better yet, she was enjoying it, so she smiled to herself secretly wishing it would never stop. She knew it would have to end sometime, but didn't want it to. Not at all.
But right then the strangest thing happened…she fainted.
Somewhere around ten seconds later, 'Hermione' flung herself up. She looked around, and then stood up. She slid her hands down along her body and said mysteriously, "This will do," with an evil grin.
--TBC--
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