You know the saying, 'To fate, everything is just shits and giggles'?  Well I might be the reason they came up with that god-forsaken phrase in the first place.  

I guess it all started when I realized at a young age, I was different.  I could do things that my other friends couldn't, and in my slightly older, 'pre-teenage' years, I was entitled with the name 'freak'. 

True, it stung quite a bit actually, and as I slowly found that I had nothing in common with my so-called friends—I delved into the delightful world of books.  A world in which nothing was wrong, no one judged you on how you acted or what you could or could not do.  It was my refuge, and let's face it, it still is.

When I was accepted to Hogwarts, I felt an extreme amount of emotion, but as an eleven year old, I was able to perceive only two, fear, and excitement.  Excitement that maybe I did have somewhere that I would belong, with people like me, who would accept me for who I was.  However I also experienced a great amount of fear as well, fear that I wouldn't know how to act, that I wouldn't know anything about the new world that I was about to enter.

And so I studied, I turned to my old friends that were filled with knowledge that was just jumping to be learnt, and I was as ready as any to soak up as much as possible, and become acquainted with this new world of wonder.

Well, I realized soon after boarding the crimson train bound for my new school, that indeed, fate felt a need to have a few shits and or giggles with my life. 

Now don't fret, I certainly wont begin this story so far behind, near five or six years ago, but I do feel a need to tell you exactly what happened to make me realize, fate was just another kick in the ass, and damn, did it sting.

It all began when I was searching for a place to store my trunk, and a compartment to sit in, when I accidentally ran into someone.  Now, it wasn't my fault completely, as we were both looking the other way to begin with, but surely I should not be held solely responsible.

"What do you think you're doing?" the young boy griped and rubbed his head, where we had bumped by accident.

Brushing off my knees and shirt I grumbled back defiantly, "Well I suppose you would call it walking, but maybe I'm wrong, besides, you weren't looking where you were going either."

Then I looked up, and we met eyes. Here.  It was here where time broke for a moment, and my heart stopped beating, where fate weaved an intricate web of pain and misery for me and my puny existence.  It was here, that I fell in love.

Beautiful mix of silver and cerulean, piercing ice-burg blue, angel eyes if ever I dreamt of what angels looked like. Platinum blonde hair, and light pale skin, a wonder to behold, even at my young age. His lips were curved in a small sneer of dislike, and this broke the spell of my obliviousness.

"I suppose you think you're smart don't you?" he replied after a moment; while I reminded myself in inhale every few seconds.

I lifted my chin at the scorning remark, "I don't think I am, I know I am."

"I doubt it, but you better apologize for running into me, you don't want to be making enemies on your first year at Hogwarts do you?"

It was now I realized, love was a fickle thing, and my growing dislike for him was mounting with his every word.  It was here I decided to bury my first thought of love, and stick to knowing people before I fall in love.  "I'm not going to apologize for running into you when it was half your fault anyway, good bye." I left him standing in the corridor, chin defiantly tilted upwards, watching me with growing hatred in his eyes at my disrespect towards him. 

Ah, six long years ago, so many wonderful and horrible memories to be known over that long period of time.  Voldemort—royal pain in most of the wizarding world's ass was defeated and killed in my sixth year at Hogwarts; however, most of the Death eaters remained alive unfortunately, and encompassed within a very heavily guarded prison. My first real boyfriend, Ron, didn't work out. We dated on and off, but always figured we were better off as friends.

Over the long years I changed, now don't worry, I didn't go drastic and turn goth-manic depressive, no, I didn't turn into a slut, no, I didn't change my appearance at all, well not on purpose anyway. 

I never really did see the point in changing my physical appearance, I always figured if I was to really fall in love, the man in question would love me for my brain and body, not one or the other. 

True, more than once I will admit I wished for the large breasts and easily tamed hair that many of my fellow girl classmates owned, or the perfectly curved bodies and soft creamy skin they seemed to have, but in the end I always discovered I'd rather keep me—well, just that—me.

Me, I'm Hermione Granger, I like being a book worm, and I like being semi-plain.  I will attest to the fact that I do happen to admire some of my effects and features, such as my well shaped almond eyes, or my wonderfully colored lips, or my ever present natural blush that I'd acquired ever since I found the book on magical sex in the restricted section during fifth year.

But now, in my seventh year, I will also admit to the fact that I, as a woman, am terribly lonely. Everywhere I look, couples are holding hands, possible pairs are flirting, sure I have Harry and Ron, but honestly, they're a bit preoccupied with their other better halves at times to pay attention to me at times.

I guess it's just up to me to find someone to be my other half, that should be pretty easy, right?

Well, how did you like the introduction?

~Jadeous