Sometimes silence is violent

This was not how it was supposed to be. After the war things were supposed to be better, everyone was supposed to be happy.

She wasn't.

She had stood with them, by their side. Done everything and anything they asked because she cared about them. They cared about her, they loved her. Or at least that's what she had thought.

Once the smoke had cleared and the dust had settled life began to move forward again.

Harry potter, boy who lived, savior of the wizarding world, packed his things took ginny's hand and disappeared without a word. It wasn't a big deal, not at first. She had known he didn't want to be in the spotlight and figured he wanted some time away without telling anyone. But he had. She had waited weeks to hear from him, to know that he was doing ok. No letter ever came for her, not even a simple "i'm fine". But he wrote ron. Almost daily.

Ron weasley, best friend to harry potter, helped save the world, men that she thought loved her. He hid the letters and that had hurt. But it wasn't the worst. She had thought that maybe they would have a chance after everything that had happened in the end, that he would finally love her. But he didn't. He loved being famous, having people know his name wherever he went, being fawned over. She was pushed to the side like he pushed the peas off his plate.

Hermione granger, brightest witch of her age, one third of the golden trio, the brains, was left behind. It didn't bother her at first, not really. Grief and war does things to people, it changes them. So for months she made excuses for others, for the way they treated her. They were to busy, they were grieving, they needed time to themselves. Even when harry had returned with ginny by his side she thought things would still be ok. She didn't count on the jealousy ginny harbored towards her for being the one that had stayed with harry and ron.

So she was pushed further away.

Lies were told and spun that made her out to be someone that she wasn't. Ron decided that he would rather stay in a different bed every night then be with her. Harry let the lies that ginny whispered in his ear influence him to the point where he would turn the other way then pass by her in a hallway. The last contact she had with either of them was when they had received the medals inducting them into the order of merlin.

She was alone.

Her apartment was empty, cold, quiet. Stepping foot into her parents old home was not an option, there were to many memories. So she existed in the background. Harry, ron and the other heroes of the light basked in their fame and fortune. She watched in silence as the world shifted and changed. The ministry was rebuild, though it was no less corrupt as before. Anyone they even thought had been connected to voldemort in the past was thrown in a cell, no questions asked. The prejudice still existed, people were still being blamed, nothing was better.

She simmered.

It was pathetic, she thought. Fools, brainless idiots the lot of them. This is not how it was supposed to be. It should be better, could be. She could make it that way. After being rejected and brushed aside she watched them all. She could make this world better, she could do it right. Voldemort had been to arrogant and full of himself, the new ministry were just as much fools, thinking themselves better because they fought for the side of the light during the war.

This time she would be on top.

Done with the way the world had turned out she devised a plan. For weeks she planned and schemed until the day finally came. She couldn't keep the smile off of her face the morning she flooed into the ministry. To everyone it was just a normal day but it would change. Soon, the world would burn. Soon, those who pushed her aside would pay. Soon, she would be sitting at the top with them begging at her feet.

The elevator dinged at the department of mysteries. Her smiled turned into a smirk as her heels echoed in the corridors. The door to the magical artifacts wasn't locked, not to her. Bypassing all the strange objects and machines whirring, buzzing and dinging she only stopped when she found what she had came for. With steady hands she pulled the object off the shelf and placed it around her neck. Lifting the small hourglass to eye level she turned it over precisely calculated to where she wanted to go. The world began to shift and move around her then before it finally stopped and she was standing in a half empty room. She waved her wand and the date formed in front of her.

September 2 1944

Her smirk deepened.

Hey there! So I wasn't going to post this yet and I wasn't sure how much I liked the short chapter but with everything I had written it was the best break I could do that I felt comfortable with. This is my first try at a Tomione fic so I make no promises on how it will turn out but I shall attempt to make it the best I can. Reviews are always appreciated and help fuel me as is constructive criticism. This will be a bit of a darker take on hermione and probably have some twisted parts I will warn if anything gets to be too much and change the rating if it gets to that point. Anywho hope that this was a good start!