Author's Note: This was inspired by one of the demons I call friends. You know who you are. It's a random plot bunny that had to be removed from my head before I killed it. This one shot will be dark and if the idea of mindless killing offends you, then maybe you shouldn't read it. You've been warned. I'm also fairly certain I haven't seen this plot line yet, although I'm very sheltered in my reading so correct me if I'm wrong.

The hospital wing was too bright. The early morning light made her eyes burn as if she was staring into the sun. She preferred the night, no, she loved the night. It was the night where she was free to be herself, to let the inner beast free. It didn't matter that innocent lives were being taken, just that the animal in her was satisfied. She had spent too long cooped up here.

Hermione Granger felt horrible. She had let Harry and Ron down. She screwed up the polyjuice and ended up as part cat. The worst part, on the way to the hospital wing, Mrs. Norris had bit her. That damn cat. Madam Pomfrey couldn't find anything wrong with the bite but Hermione would still have to remain in the hospital wing until she returned to normal. Normal, really when have I ever been normal she thought to herself. I don't see why I can't go back to my dorm now. It's not like I can't come here every day to get the potion I need to turn myself back to my original looks.

"Madam Pomfrey, I need your assistance immediately." Severus Snape said as he raced into the hospital wing levitating the mutilated body of Pansy Parkinson.

"What is it Sev. . ." was all Pomfrey got out before she saw the poor girl. "What happened to her, Severus?"

"I don't know. I found her on the floor of her dorm in a pool of her own blood. Is there anything that can be done for her?" Severus was nervous and he had a right to be. He not only had to inform the Parkinson girl's parents, but if she was dead, he would have to inform Draco as well.

"She's been dead for hours Severus, the only thing I can do is to prepare her body for transport." Madam Pomfrey was horrified that such an act could occur inside of Hogwarts walls. The only thought she had was who could have done this?

Severus had a long night ahead of him. Telling the parents of that useless excuse for a witch that their daughter had been killed, and then Lucius and Draco that Draco's betrothed had been killed. Snape feared the latter the most.

Hermione woke in the morning of the hospital wing, a different set of robes on her and the faint traces of blood on her hands. As she stared at her hands, the memories of what she had done took over and she relived it and even more surprising, she found she liked it.

She had been waiting until Pomfrey had gone to bed before she slinked out of the Hospital wing. The cold night was refreshing to her and the darkness of the castle didn't matter as her eyes could see as if it were day. She couldn't say exactly how she knew where the Slytherin dormitories were in the dungeon, she just did. Her senses were on constant vigil, waiting for the slightest change to alert her to danger or her possible discovery. There was none. She made it to their common room door and inside without any challenge to her. She just had to find the pompous, pampered, pureblood bitch's dorm. It was almost eerie how easily her sense led her to Pansy's dorm room. It was also curious that all the Slytherins had their own dorms. It was almost a pity that they did, as it would have been more of a challenge to make sure the other future victim's didn't hear their dorm mate's demise. Really, it was such a waste not to kill them all now, but almost every Slytherin dropping dead in the middle of the night at once? That would be too risky, and she couldn't have that. No, better to wait in between kills, besides, it would give her new and old personalities time to mesh. She slowly walked into Pansy's dorm and quickly found the potions knife in Pansy's own potions kit. She had been prepared for this. She had gloves on so she wouldn't leave fingerprints. Stupid purebloods wouldn't investigate anything using a muggle method but it never hurt to be thorough. As she made her way over to Pansy's bed, her target began stirring. It was now or never, and she took her moment and struck, one hand over Pansy's mouth while the other drove the knife into Pansy's throat. As Pansy's eyes widened in fear, Hermione smirked and kept her hand over the pureblood princess's mouth and noise. Once she had passed out from lack of oxygen, Hermione rolled her off the bed and onto the floor. After all, it wouldn't do to have them find her looking like she had overslept. No, a message had to be sent. What better way to send a message to Draco that Harry was not to be bothered than kill Draco's girlfriend? Even if it didn't work, it still will psychologically mess with the rest of the snakes. Before Pansy could regain consciousness, Hermione pulled the knife from her throat and watched the blood spray from the artery. The first 30 seconds were the bloodiest, but it slowly settled, as the body ran out of blood to loose on the floor and walls. Hermione had a feral grin on her face as she slinked back to the hospital wing. She knew this side of her was being repressed until nightfall but it would only be a matter of time until it was embraced. The only thing that could cause any problems would be if Harry wouldn't want to be with her because of it. But that was another problem for another time.

There, I finally got this out. It's been eating at my brain for months. Feel free to flame on. I don't really care. It was just something that wouldn't leave me alone. Back to working on The Bell tolls now. Hopefully. Stupid bunnies.