Author's Note: This is my very first fanfic. By the way, I know that I am
giving Hermione a bit of a thrashing here, but don't worry she'll
physically change later. Wink, wink. So please no flames. Ladies and
Gentlemen, I give you the revised version of Chapter One.
Disclaimer: I own plot, nothing else, and I should own the idea of a prophecy thingy that was in the Order of the Phoenix, I thought of it before the 5th book came out and had pretty much written it in my 3rd chapter which I did not post until very much later, just to wait for it to come out so that my fanfic fits with JKR's genius.
Not What She Seems
By Green Sea Turtle
Chapter One: Granger, Proud Societal Recluse
Her name is Hermione Granger. At this moment, she is a Gryffindor in her 6th year at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. She is the top of her class and one of brightest minds Hogwarts has ever taught.
Being a Gryffindor she possessed the qualities of a Gryffindor, but being raised in a muggle household, she possessed muggle qualities. She thought concretely and logically not always magically. And being a muggleborn, she did not "fit" into neither of these magical and nonmagical societies. She knew this and did not care.
Therefore she was not your usual teenage witch. Hermione was independent. She did not bend to peer pressure, she kept her morals, and thought studying and gaining all the knowledge she could was far more important than school dances on Valentine's day. The things more important than studying were her friends and helping to defeat Voldemort.
Hermione was rather a plain girl at first glance, but if you ever went up to speak to her, her brown eyes would light up and you would be able to see eagerness and honesty, something you do not see in every teenager. When she spoke, you can tell she was different from everyone else, she had personality, an honest personality, not forced in any way. However, few of her classmates noticed this, most of them were too preoccupied in their own world of boyfriends, girlfriends, Quidditch, and the fluff of life.
And being a very clever and ever studious witch, she was usually in the library. After the years, however, sitting down all the time reading gigantic volumes, took a toll on her physical appearance. She was not a gorgeous girl to begin with. Ever since her first year at Hogwarts, the slightly bucked teeth she had was at last fixed by her Madame Pomfrey with a Shrinking Potion after Malfoy jinxed them to an enormous size in her 4th year, and the characteristically bushy hair she had softened a little, only a little. She usually tied it in a ponytail that always had to be replaced within a few hours because her hair was a just too wild, headbands and barrettes did not stand a chance. And the owl-eye glasses she had had were long replaced by special ordered contact lens.
She had grown through the years, in more ways than one. She supposed that she filled in just fine, but by never exercising she was getting a little, shall we say, chubby and flabby (5'5" and 139 pounds).
She was generally healthy, but her skin looked a bit pasty from being indoors so much. Luckily, she did not have a problem with acne.
Her nose was somewhat impertinent looking and at a first glance, you would be rather annoyed at her. It was through and through a pure English nose, large and shapely sitting in the center of the face. It was not very pretty, but everyone who saw it would say that it suited her.
Her eyes were too close together and her lips a reddish thin chapped line from being chewed on as she was thinking, no amount of medicated Chap Stick would do them any good.
She had a well-defined chin that did not flatter her face but always showed her determination. Yes, she was indeed an ugly duck, but her mother always said that the flaws always bought out the beauty. Besides, she cared not for her physical appearance or she would have brewed intense moisturizing hair treatments and through complicated methods vanished her flab.
She usually kept herself aloof from her classmates. She thought them at times immature and dumb. She was not stuck up nor was she submissive. Hermione never had a boyfriend, though there was that little thing with Viktor Krum, nor was she ever kissed. Deep down she knew she did not fit in. At times she did not want to. Conforming to the ways of society and the teenage world was not a priority.
From all this, I am guessing that the more intelligent of readers out there have concluded that Hermione is very, very proud.
And on this day at 6:00 am, this certain Hermione Granger woke up in Gryffindor Tower to the sound of Lavender's alarm clock.
********* Please R&R!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I own plot, nothing else, and I should own the idea of a prophecy thingy that was in the Order of the Phoenix, I thought of it before the 5th book came out and had pretty much written it in my 3rd chapter which I did not post until very much later, just to wait for it to come out so that my fanfic fits with JKR's genius.
Not What She Seems
By Green Sea Turtle
Chapter One: Granger, Proud Societal Recluse
Her name is Hermione Granger. At this moment, she is a Gryffindor in her 6th year at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. She is the top of her class and one of brightest minds Hogwarts has ever taught.
Being a Gryffindor she possessed the qualities of a Gryffindor, but being raised in a muggle household, she possessed muggle qualities. She thought concretely and logically not always magically. And being a muggleborn, she did not "fit" into neither of these magical and nonmagical societies. She knew this and did not care.
Therefore she was not your usual teenage witch. Hermione was independent. She did not bend to peer pressure, she kept her morals, and thought studying and gaining all the knowledge she could was far more important than school dances on Valentine's day. The things more important than studying were her friends and helping to defeat Voldemort.
Hermione was rather a plain girl at first glance, but if you ever went up to speak to her, her brown eyes would light up and you would be able to see eagerness and honesty, something you do not see in every teenager. When she spoke, you can tell she was different from everyone else, she had personality, an honest personality, not forced in any way. However, few of her classmates noticed this, most of them were too preoccupied in their own world of boyfriends, girlfriends, Quidditch, and the fluff of life.
And being a very clever and ever studious witch, she was usually in the library. After the years, however, sitting down all the time reading gigantic volumes, took a toll on her physical appearance. She was not a gorgeous girl to begin with. Ever since her first year at Hogwarts, the slightly bucked teeth she had was at last fixed by her Madame Pomfrey with a Shrinking Potion after Malfoy jinxed them to an enormous size in her 4th year, and the characteristically bushy hair she had softened a little, only a little. She usually tied it in a ponytail that always had to be replaced within a few hours because her hair was a just too wild, headbands and barrettes did not stand a chance. And the owl-eye glasses she had had were long replaced by special ordered contact lens.
She had grown through the years, in more ways than one. She supposed that she filled in just fine, but by never exercising she was getting a little, shall we say, chubby and flabby (5'5" and 139 pounds).
She was generally healthy, but her skin looked a bit pasty from being indoors so much. Luckily, she did not have a problem with acne.
Her nose was somewhat impertinent looking and at a first glance, you would be rather annoyed at her. It was through and through a pure English nose, large and shapely sitting in the center of the face. It was not very pretty, but everyone who saw it would say that it suited her.
Her eyes were too close together and her lips a reddish thin chapped line from being chewed on as she was thinking, no amount of medicated Chap Stick would do them any good.
She had a well-defined chin that did not flatter her face but always showed her determination. Yes, she was indeed an ugly duck, but her mother always said that the flaws always bought out the beauty. Besides, she cared not for her physical appearance or she would have brewed intense moisturizing hair treatments and through complicated methods vanished her flab.
She usually kept herself aloof from her classmates. She thought them at times immature and dumb. She was not stuck up nor was she submissive. Hermione never had a boyfriend, though there was that little thing with Viktor Krum, nor was she ever kissed. Deep down she knew she did not fit in. At times she did not want to. Conforming to the ways of society and the teenage world was not a priority.
From all this, I am guessing that the more intelligent of readers out there have concluded that Hermione is very, very proud.
And on this day at 6:00 am, this certain Hermione Granger woke up in Gryffindor Tower to the sound of Lavender's alarm clock.
********* Please R&R!!!!!!!!