Possession- Prologue

The crowded halls of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry were usually loud; its inhabitants always laughing or screaming at one another for some reason. It was a Monday and everyone was groggy, wishing they were asleep instead of in class. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had just exited the great hall after having breakfast. They clock chimed, letting all the students know that there was only fifteen minutes left until classed started. Harry and Ron headed to Divination, despite Hermione's opinion of the subject. She had potions first period and the room was right around the corner. Professor Snape had relaxed after the war ended and didn't pick on her endlessly. She was pulling on her school robe, while trying to walk down the hall without running into anyone.

A cold shiver ran down her spine, causing her to look up. Her eyes locked with intense gray ones. The cold chill grew stronger until she was shivering. Her bag dropped to the ground with a thud, and so did his. She knew of him, but couldn't deny what was happening. Not that anyone knew. The entire hall was full of frozen students. They were being watched by every eye in the hall.

"You promised me." Hermione whispered sadly. She took a step closer to him. She wasn't afraid anymore.

"I tried to save you! What more do you want from me?"

Every student was watching them in complete silence. The clock chimed again, meaning everyone was late for class. Even that didn't stop Hermione or Draco Malfoy from their conversation. Nothing would.

"I wanted you to protect me from them. They weren't trying to teach us, they were trying to train us for their war! Don't you understand that? They killed me! And you let them!"

There were gasps that echoed throughout the hall. Hurried footsteps could be heard and it seemed that the professors on this floor had come to see why their students were missing.

Professor Snape arrived first and assessed the hall with confused eyes.

"Mr. Malfoy what is the meaning of this?" He asked, frowning at Hermione.

Draco Malfoy wasn't able to respond in any way because Hermione had continued her rant.

"Why did you let them hurt me? You promised they wouldn't, that this school was for kids like us and we'd be great just like Rowena and Godric. You lied to me, Lucian!"

Her voice rang in everyone ears. Professor McGonagall stood next to Professor Snape, seeming as stunned as everyone else.

"Celia, I tried! I couldn't get inside the door. You think I sat there and listened to your screams for pleasure? I did everything I could. Please forgive me, after all this time!" The words sounded so sincere coming from Draco's mouth.

It sounded sincere to everyone except Hermione. She stepped closer so they were barely an inch apart.

"You want me to forgive you?" she asked softly, so hardly anyone could here.

Draco's face lit up with hope and happiness. "Yes, please forgive me. I would have done anything to save you, Celia. I love you."

Hermione's face twisted with disgust and a rusted knife materialized in her hand.

"I'll for give you when hell freezes over. Goodbye, Lucian."

With that she drove the knife into his chest, straight into his heart. She ripped it out and he fell to the ground, his life's blood spilling out of him.

"You should have tried harder." She whispered. The knife clattered to the ground and Hermione fell with it.

Professor Snape rushed to Draco's side, forcing his blood back into Draco's body. He healed the wound, but Draco remained unconscious. Professor Snape looked up and Professor McGonagall with a fearful gaze.

"I'll get Albus and meet you in the infirmary, go Severus." The professor moved as quickly as two levitated bodies would let him.

The students were ushered away and into their classroom, instructed to read their text books until their teachers returned.

All the while, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy watched from above.

A/N: I have a good outline for this story, so review if you want more! The next chapter will be in Hermione's point of view and so will the whole story, most likely.