There's always an evil in good things just like there is good in evil things.
Hermione never thought that she would be the one to philosophise. Normally, that job was taken over by Harry.
Harry. The closest thing she ever had to family. It was the same for him too. They were close enough to pass off as twins from different parents. She knew everything about him. He knew everything about her, or so he thought.
If anyone had seen the girl in sixth or seventh year, they would have thought her as the epitome of goodness. And it was the same image that the Minister of Magic- Cornelius Fudge had in mind when he appointed 'Ms. Granger- the war hero' in his council or 'Think-Tank' as he called it.
Basically, the 'Think-Tank' was a body of old men trying to advise the Minister on what to do while they themselves were as indecisive as teenagers.
One year later, the epitome of goodness made her way to the top to become his PA. The hardworking girl always had an opinion that was surprisingly better than most of the others.
She was known as the Miss. Know-it-all and Miss. Goody-Goody-Two-Shoes by everyone at the Ministry.
She was always pushed to the end of her nerves just because she could remember a few facts and apply them. That's their way of payback? Grow a back- bone guys.
Welcome back to High school- 2.
Well, not everything was a bed of roses for our beloved war- star(Hey, it rhymes!).
Where beauty and intelligence and bravery flourished, there was a sort of coldness around her that, let's face it, even The Minister of Magic was afraid of her.
And so the story starts…