Hermione had always had a slightly unhealthy obsession with knowledge- it's why most people assume she'd be a good Ravenclaw.
She didn't think she'd make a good one, though.
She read and researched so that she could gain an understanding of the world around her so that she could keep herself alive. Not for fun. Not a hobby.
The restricted section in particular seemingly called to her, it was a perfect place to read about some nasty hexes and curses she could use in a fight. And if hogwarts slipped in a book about rituals and blood magic? Who was she to abandon it?
She never told anyone of her obsession with the restricted section. Especially not Harry or Ron. They'd tell her she's going insane.
But then again, was she?
She didn't care enough to find out. She was only keeping Harry safe, after all.
It had nothing to Do with the addictive aura that seemingly enveloped the area. And it definitely had nothing to do with the seductive feel of the dark arts.
Certainly not.
