The Evil Inside
Chapter 2
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Hermione
smiled to herself when she realized that the professor just might be onto something.
She secretly hoped so…Oh how she loved him, almost as much as she loved her
Master, the most powerful wizard in the world.
She sat at
the Gryffindor table with those two fools
traveled to the hem of her skirt. She pulled the skirt up slowly and touched
her right and then left thighs gently until she felt that familiar powerful
tingle the dark mark gave her. It reminder her of who she really belonged to.
Despite her lineage, Hermione Granger was an extremely powerful witch, more
powerful in fact than
to Hermione who looked like she was lost off in another world, there sitting in
between her two closest friends.
“I don’t
know
Was all
Harry could reply and they both let out a little gasp when she tilted her head
back seemingly in ecstasy and then suddenly opened her eyes to look at them.
Hermione laughed
out loud and wondered how long these idiots would
trust her and if they would ever find out exactly where her true loyalties lie.
They would
never suspect her, not the sweet little bookworm Hermione, she is Gryffindor
through and through. Ha! She thought, they have always been to brave for their
own good, foolish bravery. Hermione looked up at the high table again as she
made eye contact with her prey.
“I will
have him.”