She Is The Way She Is
A/N: This one *is* different, I swear it! Much different. I don't think anyone has done this before…I just thought it up. Review, please?
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"So, if Quenton the Questionable was born in 1667, and Thomas L. Robinson was born in 1773, the question would be false! Right Ron? Ron?" I poked him with my quill. He snored.
I rolled my eyes. This was the seventh time in a month this had happened. We'd been studying for our O.W.L's lately. I couldn't help but think back. Think back to a different time; an alternate reality…too bad it wasn't an alternate reality…how many times had I wished it wasn't? But what good did wishing do?
There was a time when I would be the one asleep. Sleeping soundly, and when the time for the test came, I would be lost.
When I was in Muggle elementary school, I was terrible at all of my subjects. Math, English, history, science, especially science. I failed them all. I almost blew up the school in sixth grade when my class did chemistry. I just didn't care. I figured I could be a famous singer when I grew up. Nevermind I couldn't sing a note. As a matter of fact, when I took choir, I failed that too. But they had all of that technology stuff so that they could fix my voice. I could lip sync at concerts, maybe not do concerts at all.
I got held back three times, in kindergarten (I couldn't read my twenty kindergarten words—I only knew six- a, as, the, it, is, and an), second grade (this time it was math- I couldn't add or subtract), and fourth grade (this wasn't really my fault- my mother insisted that I repeat the grade, to try to bring up my C's. I was very proud of those C's anyway- they were the best I'd ever gotten).
Then, in sixth grade, something miraculous happened.
I got an A.
At first, I thought it was a mistake. I tried laughing it off. I tried to ignore it. But no matter what I did, the excited feeling always spread through me. Me, Hermione Granger got an A. My first and only A.
It was in English. I had written a good book report. I had never liked to read before I picked up one of the Betsy-Tacy books. I absolutely loved them. My mother was so surprised, she bought me every single one, just to ensure that I would keep reading.
But I failed to write another A- worthy book report. I had read all of the Betsy-Tacy books, and they didn't appeal to me anymore. I just wasn't interested. My mother was devestated.
When I got my Hogwarts letter, it was like a new door opened to me. A fresh start! I vowed to myself (and my mother) that I would try my best at magic. Why if they picked me, I had to be somewhat good at this. Finally, something I was chosen for. Was I really going to be good at this, though? I had to wait and find out.
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I practically memorized all of my schoolbooks. They were the first books since Betsy-Tacy that kept me interested. Well, I guess Betsy-Tacy didn't really count because the whole series didn't really keep me interested.
I kept my vow to my mother.
And more importantly, myself.
~*~Finis~*~
Disclaimer: All HP mentioned (which would really just be R & H) belongs to J.K. Rowling. Betsy Tacy belongs to Maud Hart Lovelace, and are very good books. They were my favorites when I was nine all the way till I was eleven.
Author's Note: I hope it wasn't too bad for my first fic! I thought it was a new idea that would be interesting to try out. Review please?
Thanx,
*Smileylime*