. And the more she learned the more she wanted to learn. She felt the dark magic seeping into her with each tome and each curse, and yet she craved more. It was like a drug... once was never enough. It pulsed through her body as it nestled into each nerve and cell, it became as necessary as the blood in her veins. Hermione couldn’t imagine a time when dark magic wasn’t a part of her anymore and had no interest to either.