So far the story is unnamed. I already know Hermione is my leading lady, but as of now, I am unsure who my leading man will be. So, obviously, I am also not quite sure where this story will end up. Suggestions are always welcome. This story was born off of a moment of inspiration. I hope that continues. I guess we'll find out won't we?
Disclaimer: No I dont own it.
Chapter 1
Hermione raced down the stairs. "Oh shit, Oh shit, shit shit shit!" she murmured almost in a panic. "SHIT!" she said a bit more angrily.
Normally Hermione wouldn't dream of cursing this much, but there is a first time for everything. This particular moment being two firsts for Hermione. She was about to be late catching her train. She spent the night before with some of her muggle friends at a club in town. Hermione secretly loved partying, but would never admit that to anyone at Hogwarts. No, she would never admit this either. She partied to late the night before and over slept this morning. Completely thankful she had had enough common sense to pack her trunk the night before and leave everything she would need at the door, Hermione quickly heaved her trunk down the walk and into the back of her parents' car.
Close to panicing the entire way to the station, Hermione breathed a small sigh of relief when they made it in time. Her relief was soon sqaushed she she realized she had only 5 minutes to make it all the way across the station to platform 9 3/4 and the station was totally packed with people. Pleading with her father to please carry her trunk so that they could make better time, Hermione and her parents nearly dashed across the station. Two rushed kisses and a promise to write as soon as she made it later, Hermione grabbed her trunk and tossed herself through the barrier.
"Shit! I've only got a minute," she groaned inwardly.
"Need some help there, Mione?" God she was never more grateful in her life, well at least recently, to see Harry as he walked up and grabbed her trunk. "Running a little late? That's got to be a first."
"Oh shut it, Harry. I've had a bad morning so far," she almost snapped. "Sorry. I really am thankful for your help though. I was terrified I'd miss the train."
"It's no problem. I know how you feel. I've missed the train before myself, remember?" mentioned Harry as he handed her trunk off to be put away and they hopped on the train. "Ron and Ginny are supposed to be saving us a compartment. I hope they got a good one this year."
"Oh good. At least we dont have to worry about that," Hermione replied. Upon seeing Ron's head poke out of a door three compartments down Hermione spoke again, "Hey, and looks like Ron's found us first!"
Settling into their compartment, Hermione all but laid down on Harry's lap. She was so exhausted. A long night, little sleep and a rushed morning had taken it's toll on her. She was moments from falling asleep on his shoulder when the compartment door slid open again.
"Hello Potter. Got yourself a girlfriend, do ya?" Hermione heard Malfoy's familiar drawl.
Entirely not in the mood to deal with him, Hermione's head shot up and before anyone else could say anything she'd thrown one of Ron's chocolate frogs at his head and screeched, "Go the FUCK away Malfoy! I've had a bad day and so help me, if you even THINK of saying another WORD I will hex your balls off!"
Malfoy froze in shock at Perfect Granger's sudden outburst and use of expletives, and Ron was able to quickly slam the door shut in his face and lock it.
"Bloody Hell, Hermione! Since when do you talk like that!" Ron stated in disbelief as he sat back down.
"I dont know, Since I've had a rotten summer and an even worse day," Hermione sighed. "This year just doesnt seem too promising."
Hermione really hadnt had the best of summers. She may have partied a lot, but that was the only highlight of her summer. She'd started dating this really charming guy, Tommy, at the beginning of the summer. He was a guy she went to school with before Hogwarts. They had run into each other at one of the clubs she and her girlfriends frequented. Their relationship, if thats what you want to call it, started off well enough. They went on several dates, danced like wild at the clubs, and she even spent a few nights staying at his house. Oh yes, the first half of the summer had been wonderful. It was the second half that shot it all to hell.
She had showed up at Tommy's house one night unexpectedly. Nothing seemed to be amiss, so she thought nothing of the fact that the hot tub was on, or that she heard soft music playing. Tommy had told her on her first visit to his house that he loved to sit in the hot tub and listen to music to relax at night, so she assumed that was the case. Creeping up to his room, she gently knocked on his door. Peeking inside, she saw laying on his bed. He rolled over and smiled when he saw her coming in the door. He asked her what she was doing here. She said she got lonely. He smiled, kissed her, and asked if she wanted to go soak in the hot tub. He was planning on heading down there soon anyway. That night had seemed wonderful. They sat in the hot tub, sipping on wine. After a while they ended up having great sex as well. Everything was perfect in Heaven.
That night would mark the beginning of a large downward spiral for their relationship, and for Hermione in general. After that night he became very obsessed with her it seemed. He always wanted to know where she was and what she was doing. He was quick to anger and would yell at her for every little thing. She tried ending it with him, but he would threaten to kill himself if she ever left. He was really starting to scare her.
A few weeks later when one of her girlfriends, Marissa, came over, she learned a few things about Tommy that she didnt know. Marissa told her about how a night a few weeks back, her ex boyfriend had gone over to Tommy's house. Apparently they had done some sort of drug together that night. Doing the math, Hermione realized it was the night that she and Tommy spent in the hot tub. Questioning Marissa further, Hermione also learned that they had had at least one other girl there. A girl that Marissa's ex had picked up from a bar. Apparently the girl is the one that gave them the drugs, and apparently these drugs were very addictive. That had probably fueled Tommy's reactions to Hermione. Either he was messed up, needing more, or he was just paranoid about everything now.
Hermione tried to ignore Tommy after that night. She went to a doctor and got herself tested for every STD known to man, and pregnancy, and everything else that they could think of. If Tommy had been with this mystery woman, if he had been doing drugs, there wasnt much telling if or what he could have contracted. Luckily for Hermione, she was totally clean. Then came the hard part. Tommy still wouldnt leave her alone. After multiple times of pleading with him to leave her alone, he finally threatened to kill her or her family if she didnt leave town with him. She told him she would, but that she wanted to pack first. She wouldnt tell her parents where they were going, just that she was staying witha friend. She'd be back in a few hours, he had her word.
She had some how managed to get him to agree to this, and she fled back to her home. As soon as she walked into the house, she ran to her parents and told them everything. They immediately went to the police. They managed to get a restraining order, but thats all they could do for the time being. Hermione would have to wait for him to break the restraining order for further action to be taken. Not even two days later, that was the case.
Fully aware of the restraining order, he chose to ignore it and tried to break into her house. Hermione's father was ready though. He called the cops, told them what was going on, grabbed a nearby baseball bat, and waited. Tommy had almost managed to get through the door when the police arrived. Too messed up to run, Tommy was apprehended quickly, to the relief of the Grangers.
That was three weeks ago.
Hermione was still very upset over the ordeal. She had gotten up the courage to go party with her friends the last few nights before she left, but had made them all agreee that they would stay together, be careful, and not pick up any guys, even ones they knew. They had agreed to it, and Hermione was reassured enough to go with them.
No, she had not had a good summer. Not a good one at all, and if her day so far said anything about it, this year wasnt looking good either.
