Summary
Muggleborns not being allowed to study magic is a law that's been in place for a long time before Potter or the gang were around, But now that magic's disappearing an a prophecy saying that only Muggleborns being brought back into the fold will save it, purebloods have no choice, its either that or everything dies out with this last generation.
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Hermione Granger was always called weird and different when she was a kid, not that she could ever blame the other children. Strange things happened to her all the time, like her strange affinity with owls and cats, or when she didn't want to go swimming at school and when she went to step into the pool all the water had disappeared, she could never explain it but she was always blamed for strange thing.
She was bullied relentlessly for her wild and untameably bushy hair, her slight bucked teeth and book worm attitude. Although she only became a book worm so she could hid in the library away from all the teasing.
In recent years books had become her life, she dreamt of far off places, dragons, blond princes on white stallions and magic, knowing that the reality was that she was a 23 year old undergrad, who'd taken a break from school to take care of her sick grandfather and run his bookshop in his absence.
She loved her family, the store, and the tiny little apartment above it in which she now lived, but couldn't help dreaming of adventure, knowing she wasn't brave enough to go seek it herself, but always hoping it would find her.
She also sort of blamed books for her love life, or well lack thereof, they'd given her an unrealistically high expectation of chivalrous men, prepared to fall on their proverbially sword just to stay in her presences but a few moments longer, although she knew for that to happen she'd have to be considered a rare beauty or perhaps a damsel in distress, which she knew she was neither.
On a good day, now that she had grown into her teeth and when she could be bothered to wake 2 hours early and brush out her hair, she might be considered pretty, chocolate brown eyes and hair, with alabaster skin, was indeed unusual among her peers, who dye their hair and tan their skin, but it wasn't exactly considered beautiful.
And no matter what had happened to her, she'd never consider herself a damsel let alone a distressed one, that would imply she's still a weak silly little girl.
No Hermione had it all planned, her grandfather would get better soon, and take his bookshop back, then she'd return to school finish her law degree and placement, find a position in a small firm that cares deeply for the environment and then find someone to settle down with, someone who wouldn't be scared of her earning a position of say... senior partner within the firm.
That was the plan, at least until the morning she went to open the book store like normal and instead found the door unlocked and the blonde haired prince she'd been dreaming of sat on her counter thumbing through her much loved copy of Jane Austin's Classics.
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(AN)
Let me know what you think and whether I should continue.
also I don't have a beta reader so I'd appreciate any reviews picking up on mistakes
Thanks,
Ice