Summary: Charm, wit and a strong sense of reality were the most firm traits of Hermione Granger. But when the world shatters around you, charm fades, wit dims and nothing is real anymore. When Hermione realizes that not everything is black and white – she also realizes some things about herself. And self – discovery isn't always pleasant. D/Hr
Night, Day and the Forgotten Hour
By:
Penny
Prologue
„A person is never happy except at the price of some ignorance." – Anatole France.
THERE SHE was. Floating down the hall with a vibrant smile lighting up her dimpled face, making her whole being glow. She was positively radiating warmth and youth and ignorant joy. She was charming. She was enchanting.
Maybe it was her huge, challenging eyes. Or her smart, tinkling laugh. Or the witty remarks she stumped even the most clever – tongued professors with. But everything about her made you want to shrivel up with bitter envy.
"Envy is the ulcer of the soul," she always said laughingly to anyone who admitted their jealously of her grace. Of her charm. Of her life.
But she would always laugh and say something to cheer the other up. Which always worked, as she always knew just what to say to make someone feel better. She was brilliant like that.
She had everything perfectly clear for her. She had beautiful grades, wonderful friends, a bright future; her ideals and views were orderly segregated, her values and dreams and problems practical. Nothing was blurry, nothing was unsure. She knew exactly where she was headed. She even calculated her future wages once she became an Arithmancy expert. Which she would. She had a guaranteed scholarship.
She was Head Girl, after being prefect for two years straight. She participated in extracurricular activities, helped her younger peers in their studies, helped her older peers in their studies, religiously attended S.P.E.W. meetings and was friends with almost all of her teachers.
When someone looked at Hermione Granger, they said 'Wow! She's so lucky. She's perfect.'
But we must remember...
...No one is perfect.
A/n: Mah new storah!! Yes, I know I shouldn't be starting a new story as I've been neglecting my other (which, if anyone noticed, is now called 'Kiss My Demons Goodnight'. Wicked title, eh? I thought it fitted the story more than the former. Anyway, hope you all enjoy this! Reviews would be greatly appreaciated. Oh, and suggestions! Don't be shy to suggest anything, as I will surely take it in for serious concideration. Adieu!