Hermione Granger

As Extimum walked towards Hermione who was focused on reading a book, he couldn't help but feel an unfamiliar feeling of insecurity that only grew with every step he took closer to his goal.

He had decided to act, but what exactly did he have to do? It's not that his mind didn't have ideas, but were those ideas even what he needed? It wasn't like his bloodline was an entity, it was just a part of himself and it hadn't told him how or what exactly he should do.

But as he thought about it, his time was up and he found himself standing in front of Hermione.

Hermione looked up from her book as she noticed someone approaching her, but before she could say anything, Extimum reached out with his right hand and gently cupped Hermione's face, making sure her gaze was locked on his.

Just a look, no words, no more movements, nothing else accompanied by the complete silence that fell over the place.

But as each focused their gaze on the other's eyes, time and the meaning of all reality was erased in what seemed like a trance. Even the constant ticking that reached Extimum's ears from the watch in his pocket slowly faded away.

Extimum: 'From today on, you are mine.' As the seconds slipped fleetingly out of the two's consciousness, the thought came to Extimum's mind instinctively.

And immediately, as if a new door had opened in his mind, a new knowledge and invisible psychic connection was established between the two.

His ears were filled with the sound of flowing blood, the beating of his heart, the gentle breath slightly held in his lungs, and... the gulp caught in his mouth. However, before he could marvel at the new information flooding his mind, his consciousness was swept away by the utter confusion and dreamlike depth that surrounded Hermione's mind.

The bond, the claim had been made, however, could only be considered partial until it was truly consummated, even so, that was enough.

Only a small and almost unidentifiable magical mark remained as a testimony of such a magical union.

After holding the gaze for a few more seconds, Extimum's hand finally slipped from her face, brushing against her skin, while his mind shook itself from the slight stupor and came back to itself. It felt different, but at the same time, completely the same.

Unconsciously, his hand continued its path, running along Hermione's arm until he reached for her hand and picked it up and then, leaning slightly from his position, he brought it to his lips and placed a light, soft kiss on it.

After performing this entire set of actions, he turned around and walked away normally.

Or at least that was how it seemed on the surface, because in just a few seconds, his figure faded from view, giving an idea of the implied speed of his movements.

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After quickly exiting the library, Extimum deviated from the path, entering an empty room in the hallway and closing the door behind him right after entering, before letting his breath drop and leaning against the door.

Extimum: 'That turned out...better than expected.' Even if Extimum had a stoic and mostly indifferent character, he had never performed such daring actions.

After calming his thoughts, he left the living room and headed to the great hall.

--- Pov Hermione ---

Hermione Granger is a Muggle-born witch, her parents Mr. and Mrs. Granger, are dentists in the Muggle world.

At 11 years old she discovered that she was a witch. At that time she seemed very excited about it, especially when she found out that there was a magical and unknown world out there, so she made an effort to learn everything she could before entering Hogwarts.

Her childhood was a bit difficult. Although she has very understanding parents and they gave her everything she needed, she did not have many friends due to her somewhat mature personality for her age, added to her exaggerated enthusiasm for studies. Studies in which she always had outstanding results.

In addition to this, her peers used to make fun of her appearance, mainly because of the fluffy and unusual shape that her hair used to take since her front teeth were particularly elongated. Of course, it wasn't so exaggerated that it could be said to be a monster or a beaver, but it was something like rabbit teeth, and although to adults it might look cute on a child, to other children it was instead a reason of laughter and mockery.

Such teasing made her more conscious of her own appearance and affected her self-esteem and confidence, with certain effects on her child's psyche.

Effects that were reflected in insecurities and fear of failure. Because what could be worse than losing what you base your pride and success on? What makes you feel confident about yourself?

With that as a basis, her efforts and interest in studies were reinforced, little by little forging in her a more fearless character that sought the approval or recognition of those in whom she placed her admiration, thus improving her self-confidence.

However, what such changes generated could be shown or interpreted differently to the outside. Showing herself as a responsible and rigid personality, added to an authoritarian character and with some conceited nuances.

And with respect or idolatry towards the rules and authority bodies.

Getting to know Hogwarts was a wonderful experience.

It was a great castle full of magic. There were armors that moved on their own, paintings with life in them, items flying back and forth, food appearing out of nowhere. All these intriguing things increased her desire to learn.

After being sorted into Gryffindor and finding her dorm, she learned the names of her roommates: Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, and Fay Dunbar.

They didn't seem like much of the type he would socialize with, but she still made a casual chat out of politeness and went to sleep after that.

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Today was the first day of school at Hogwarts, so she got up early, made her preparations, and headed to the dining hall for breakfast.

After which he headed to his classes. First thing in the morning she had transfiguration classes with Professor McGonagall.

She explained some important points about transfiguration on the board and then waited until the students copied it, while she showed an incredible display of transfiguration, transforming herself into a cat while looking placidly at the students.

As she concentrated on writing on her scroll, the doors to the classroom opened and two students ran in. She recognized them as Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. She had met them on the train, but hadn't interacted with them much.

Hermione: 'The nerve to be late for the first class.' Hermione internally complained about their tardiness on the first day of school, as she watched them head to their seats.

Ron: "*sigh*...we arrived, can you imagine what McGonagall would do to us if she discovered us." Ron exhaled relaxing from his agitation and said to Harry as they approached their seats.

However, before they could finish settling in, Professor McGonagall, who was focused on her desk, jumped up and transformed back into her human form, quickly approaching the place where Ron and Harry were, leaving them amazed by her transformation.

Ron: "That was brilliant." Ron couldn't help but say as he watched McGonagall transform from a cat to a human.

McGonagall: "Thank you for the compliment Mr. Weasley, perhaps it would be more helpful if I transformed the two of you into a pocket watch, so maybe you would arrive on time."

Harry: "But coming back is a hassle." Harry couldn't help but say when hearing what McGonagall said

McGonagall: "Then I'll turn you into a map...that would help you find your chairs." Professor McGonagall decided to forgive them considering that it was only the first day and they were still getting used to school.

After that event, class continued as normal.

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The next class was Potions with Professor Severus Snape.

Hermione was really excited about the idea of making all kinds of potions with magical effects and while she was lost in her thoughts, the professor entered the room.

His entrance was theatrical, accompanied by a great speech, however, the speech, although inspiring, was somewhat overshadowed by the dark vibe that the professor gave.

As Snape finished his speech, he focused his gaze on his deskmate, who was Harry Potter again.

He also seemed excited about the speech and was writing down as much as he could about it, however, the professor seemed bothered by the sight for some reason, as if he needed the students' full attention.

So, shortly after, the professor fired a series of questions about some herbs for making potions at Harry.

Hermione excitedly raised her hand to respond, but the professor seemed focused on questioning Harry.

Hermione: '*sigh*, why don't you ask me.' She mentally sighed when she saw that she was ignored by the teacher.

Harry: "It's clear that Hermione knows, it's a shame you didn't ask her." Harry felt somewhat overwhelmed by the professor's attitude and questions and not knowing what else to do, he pointed out the flagrant carelessness of Hermione, who had kept her hand raised at all times and it was obvious that she wanted to answer.

His comment caused some ridicule among the students, finding the response to Snape's comments amusing.

Snape: "Silence." After Snape spoke, the entire room became silent, after which Snape approached Harry's seat.

As Snape approached, he noticed that Hermione still had her hand raised and remembering the previous comment, he couldn't help but comment.

Snape: "Put your hand down, silly girl."

Hermione: 'How rude.' Hermione felt offended, she just wanted to participate in class and the teacher treated her so rudely.

After sitting near Harry, Snape proceeded to answer the questions he had asked earlier, after which he retreated to his desk and deducted 5 points from Gryffindor for Harry Potter.

Class continued as normal after that.

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After classes ended, Hermione took her time to tour the castle a bit and upon seeing the library, she decided to go inside and look at some books to read.

The library also had a magical touch that made it the most charming place to spend time. Not only was there the smell of books and parchment, the atmosphere was also cozy and there were a large number of books on all subjects ready for him to read and learn about the wizarding world and magic.

While searching a section of interest to choose a book to read, she could see an occasional book flying off a shelf or another one that was instead organized on it. After searching for a while, she found a book she liked, so she sat down at one of the nearby tables and immersed herself in it.

After reading for a while, she felt someone approaching her, so she removed her gaze from the book to look at who it was.

But before she could correctly identify the person, he approached her and directed his hand to her left cheek, gently touching her face and turning her head a little to completely direct her gaze to his.

He instantly recognized it, it was Extimum Enoch.

I had talked to him a little on the train, but other than that, she hadn't had any other exchanges with him.

He was tall, much taller than other boys his age. He had somewhat long hair, but it was hidden by combing it back. It was a fairly common hairstyle in aristocratic families, however, his seemed a little freer, fitting much better into it.

But leaving his hairstyle aside, his hair was a resplendent platinum white color, accompanied by certain pronounced purple hues.

His skin was fair, although somewhat pale, but still at healthy levels.

His figure was slender and similar to that of other children, however, in certain areas where his uniform did not cover, certain features marked by continuous exercise were noticeable.

With all that, the most notable thing was his face and his eyes. His face showed a certain serene firmness accompanied by a distant coldness, but with charming and beautiful features that made it difficult for you to forget or look away, it was to a certain degree… unnatural and bewitching, and then there were his eyes.

Dark purple eyes with an unknown depth and a predatory vertical pupil that almost caused involuntary shivers, although it was difficult to tell if it was out of fear or something else. Looking into said eyes was inexplicably hypnotic and captivating, almost as if you were going to get lost in their gaze.

It was precisely those eyes that slowed her down in her usual reaction and by the time she managed to shake herself out of her stupor and was about to speak, she stopped before a strange sensation.

It wasn't something she could explain in words, no, but it was something deep and important, she could feel it, but she couldn't understand it.

That was at least until a sudden glimmer of understanding passed as if whispered in his ear.

"You're mine...".

It was vague and maybe even incomplete, but that was all she could pick up, although the whispering voice was similar to Extimum's, but she didn't see him speak or even move his mouth at any point.

But those details were quickly pushed aside, as her mind felt jolted, as if it had experienced a dump, leaving her dazed and only vaguely conscious.

She wasn't sure what she saw or heard, she couldn't even tell if she was still in the library, years could have passed in the blink of an eye and she wouldn't be aware of it, only the image of Extimum's face and eyes remained, especially his eyes.

By the time she finally felt herself coming out of that state, a light, warm touch on her skin took away all the little attention she could muster, as she felt a hand slide gently and quickly up her arm until it reached her hand and took it towards him and then …then nothing.

Everything went blank for a few seconds and when she came to, she could only see his retreating figure, while in her hand she felt the aftertaste of contact and heat.

And the heat was especially remarkable on the back of her hand. She hadn't seen what happened, but she could guess.

Vaguely she also caught the strange reluctance in herself as she felt the feeling of warmth and contact disappear from her hand.

However, her mind didn't have enough time to delve deeper into it when a slight jolt ran through her body.

Similar to a shudder, but stronger and running through every part of her body, as if the previous sensation she met in his gaze had intensified and firmly established itself and then… it just disappeared, as suddenly as it had come.

Hermione: 'What... What just happened?'

Hermione's mind was in chaos, confused and more than a little dazed by all the sudden and unexplained sensations and events. Everything had just happened too fast.

One moment she was reading a book comfortably in her seat and then there was him, his gaze, his bewitching gaze that seemed to shake her world for a moment with a myriad of indescribable sensations, but at the same time significant in a way that she could not fully understand at all.

And then everything disappeared, disappeared with the same speed with which it had come, but he was no longer there. Everything was somewhat dreamlike.

The only thing that her mind still remembered were the words, no, it was more of an intention, a thought, "You are mine...", those words along with the image of Extimum remained hanging around in her head.

It was only after a while that Hermione managed to organize her thoughts and calm down. She decided to finish her reading for the day and head to the great hall, as to what just happened...

She herself didn't quite understand what had happened, but she had decided to leave it for later. She would look for the opportunity to talk to Extimum, to ask him what had happened.

Still, those eyes, along with her crazy thoughts of what she thought had been a kiss, threatened to send her back into chaos.

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Upon reaching the great hall and even when she walked towards the Gryffindor table, her gaze could not stop searching for the figure of Extimum on the Ravenclaw table, however, she could only be disappointed when she could not find him and sat down resignedly to eat.

--- End Pov ---

Sitting in the great hall, Extimum used his illusion magic to become partially invisible and easy to ignore. It's not that he was shying away from anything, he just didn't want to talk to Hermione right away and thought it would be better to let the message sink in, after which he would start actively approaching her, after all, he had already decided to make her his.

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After lunch, he only had a Charms class left with Professor Filius Flitwick who was also the Head of House of Ravenclaw, the first class was practical and the professor maintained an entertaining environment for learning compared to the other professors seen so far. moment.

The class tried to perform a basic spell, lumos, although Extimum had already learned it as it was one of the easiest, so I got 5 points for its house.

Naturally he took his time showing a process, so they wouldn't think he already knew it and thus be rewarded with points.

He didn't particularly care about the house cup, but it wouldn't hurt to try to win, maybe Dumbledore would make Gryffindor win in the end or well, he'd see how things would turn out in the end.