Full Summary: "What if I'm sick of being taken for granted? What if I'm done letting people dictate my entire life? What if I'm ready to hate?"
Hermione finally has enough with everything being decided for her and she isn't about to let anyone stand in the way of what she wants this time. Dumbledore has a few ideas of his own on how to control the Dark Lord recruiting his students and let's just say that no one is going to like it very much.
CAUTION: If you don't like stories that jump around from first/third person in certain chapters then DO NOT READ THIS STORY, I find it a lot easier to convey what's going on in a scene by using first person sometimes, but it's predominantly third.
A/N: Hi guys, I'm sorry I haven't written for you in a long time and I'm sorry I kind of left G.I. Granger alone for so long, but the same badass nature is in here for you to keep you going until I get my mojo back on Army Granger.
This is just a little something I've been wanting to write for a long time and I've finally sat down today and written 10,969 words for you all to have a gander at. Of course, it's not perfect because it's hot off the press, but I'm sure you'll understand what's meant to be happening, anyway. It's a slow-builder, guys...and it gets a bit raunchy, I warn you!
Enjoy and review at your leisure, it would be great to know what you think about the first few chapters.
Thank you!
As always, the characters in this FanFiction are not mine, I just use them as my puppets. If I had them as puppets, I'd make Severus and Albus kiss.
Hate is a funny thing. The more you have, the less you feel. Eventually you're so consumed by hate that you cease to realise there are other emotions. You can't distinguish what it is you feel when you meet new people; you just assume that you hate them.
Of course, no one is hateful for no reason and everyone is hateful about something. Even me. But when do the reasons stop being enough, when does the hate have to stop?
"Ron…" I sighed, tears in my eyes, but I refused to let them spill over. I had walked in on what I had expected to see, what I had heard whispers about in the corridors.
"Hermione…" He said back, his voice pained but nothing like that of my own. He cared for me, but not in the same way.
I had told him how I felt and I thought I had made it obvious, and he had seemed interested, though we never actually spoke about it…and then I found him with Lavender. I didn't resent her for what she had done, she hadn't known. It was obvious, but Lavender was stupid and ignorant. When she had something on her mind, it consumed her every thought and that though just so happened to have been Ron in the previous weeks. Lavender was confident and pretty and girly…everything that I wasn't. That didn't mean I wanted to be like her, but it meant she got what she wanted…she got what I wanted.
Little more was said between Ron and I before we broke up for the summer. He had taken it upon himself to explain that what happened with Lavender came out of nowhere but he really, truly felt for her. I hadn't the heart to hate him, for where was my reasoning? We had never verbally confirmed what I had thought to be true; I could have made it all up in my head for all I knew. I sighed and nodded and smiled, told him everything was okay where I needed to. I'd lied through my teeth to Harry telling him that I didn't care and I had just been shocked to see him like that. I admitted everything to Ginny.
She knew that I was upset and that I understood, yet didn't understand at the same time, she loved her brother and she loved me, so she wasn't bias and she didn't bad-mouth Ron at all. She just sat, and listened, and told me that everything was going to be alright. She never told me that Ron and Lavender wouldn't last, she never told me that I was prettier than her or that Ron would come to his senses eventually, she just listened and let me say everything I needed to say. I didn't need her lies anymore than Ron or Harry needed mine. Everyone knew how I felt, I just never verbally confirmed it…gee, and doesn't that sound familiar?