Ok guys. This is supposed to be a one-shot but if you like it and review about it I will continue. I'm a great Harry-Hermione shipper (its kind obvious: P) and I have many ideas in my head which are begging to come out. I would like to thank all of you who have supported my work and I want to remind you that English is not my mother language so please be patient and kind. I hope to enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it.
Hermione Granger was not an ordinary girl. At the age of four she learnt how to read fluently without mistakes or pauses. She was an exceptional student with straight as in every single subject. She wasn't popular among her fellow students but she was rather popular among her books. She could just sit in a corner and read, read, read. It was then when she could lose the track of time and travel to another eras and worlds. Fantasy, myths, history, romance and adventure. Each time Hermione Granger could transform into a complete different character , feel emotions she never was able to feel before and at the end almost every time she felt disappointment. Because these fantastic worlds where she could travel through her favorite books was not her real and Hermione's reality was not… Let's say it wasn't good enough. She had her loving parents. A supportive family which praised every single aspect of her life. But Hermione felt a big gap as a child. Frinedship. A word which would appear in her dictionary at the age of eleven.
When she had shown her magical abilities for the first time she felt scared. But when a magic chancellor appears at her doorstep informing her parents about the wizard world and Hermione's "abilities" she felt relieved. She wasn't a freak. She belonged somewhere. Somewhere where people could understand her personality and accept her. But then she didn't actually know about Mugglebornes Purebloods and Half-blood's.
But she managed to succeed. And not only that but she made friends. Valuable friend who cared deeply about her, who could help her through every single problem and at the end of the day despite their arguments (mainly with Ron); they would make up and face their destiny together. They went through a living hell. At the age of seventeen they had to tell many stories, stories which men at the age of eighty with many achievements in their life couldn't narrate. They faced the threat with the name Voldemord countless times but not only they managed to survive but they won. They had losses but which war hadn't.
Through all of her life Hermione was proud for one thing. She was able to make the right choices. Every single time even when time and situations were pressing her too hard she managed to be the logical one and guide the boys to the safest and the most appropriate solution. Until now. Until she decided to marry Ronald Weasly. Because Hermione for one more time in her Life decided to hear her brain and not her heart. To put everybody else's happiness above her and eventually marry the wrong guy. Because Hermione Granger, the brains of the Golden Trio was already in love with her best friend Harry Potter.