Hermione's Story
Chapter 1- Why?
Disclaimer- I own nothing but the plot. All the characters belong to J.K., unless I decide to make one or two up.
It was August 29th, the day before Hermione's second year at Hogwarts. She was going back to school, where she would be alone. Sure Harry and Ron were her friends, but they didn't understand her. No one did.
Everyone saw her as a bookworm and very smart. It wasn't that she didn't like being smart. But people never looked for the real her.
It was always the same. "Oh look, there goes the smart mudblood." was what she heard from the Slytherins. "Hey Hermione, can you help me with my homework?" was the usual greeting from the Gryffindors. And the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws never really said anything to her.
What she was looking for was a real friend. Someone to always be there, to see inside to the real her, and accept her. She also wanted a boyfriend. There was someone that she loved. She had a crush on him since the first day, of their first year. Of course that boy had to be Harry Potter.
That was what always made her mad at herself. Why did she have to be so ugly compared to the other girls? Why couldn't anyone, not just the boys, look for the real her and become her friend? Why didn't they see her for who she really was? As she said before there's more to life then books and grades. She needed real friends.
Sometimes she'd try to show who she really was to them. But they'd always be to busy for her. She had problems and she knew it. It was her friends that didn't know. She would be dead now if she hadn't remembered Harry at last minute. It was only because of him that she was still alive.
She felt alone because of all this. She wanted to talk with Harry and Ron. But they would never understand her. She knew this year would be hard. Over the summer she had communicated with her friends using owls. Of course there was that one letter she sent to Harry. She regretted sending it now, but she couldn't change that. This is what it said:
Dear Harry,
Hi! What's up? It's pretty boring here. I did all my homework during the first 2 weeks of vacation and I already read through all the books. Anyway the reason I'm writing this is because I want to know how you feel about me. I mean if you like me more than a friend. Please write back.
Later,
Hermione
A/N- This is the end of the first chapter. If you'd like to see more I only need 1 review. I'd like more though. One is my quota. So please just click that little gray box that says review on it. Thank-you. I really appreciate it. Sugarhi
Chapter 1- Why?
Disclaimer- I own nothing but the plot. All the characters belong to J.K., unless I decide to make one or two up.
It was August 29th, the day before Hermione's second year at Hogwarts. She was going back to school, where she would be alone. Sure Harry and Ron were her friends, but they didn't understand her. No one did.
Everyone saw her as a bookworm and very smart. It wasn't that she didn't like being smart. But people never looked for the real her.
It was always the same. "Oh look, there goes the smart mudblood." was what she heard from the Slytherins. "Hey Hermione, can you help me with my homework?" was the usual greeting from the Gryffindors. And the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws never really said anything to her.
What she was looking for was a real friend. Someone to always be there, to see inside to the real her, and accept her. She also wanted a boyfriend. There was someone that she loved. She had a crush on him since the first day, of their first year. Of course that boy had to be Harry Potter.
That was what always made her mad at herself. Why did she have to be so ugly compared to the other girls? Why couldn't anyone, not just the boys, look for the real her and become her friend? Why didn't they see her for who she really was? As she said before there's more to life then books and grades. She needed real friends.
Sometimes she'd try to show who she really was to them. But they'd always be to busy for her. She had problems and she knew it. It was her friends that didn't know. She would be dead now if she hadn't remembered Harry at last minute. It was only because of him that she was still alive.
She felt alone because of all this. She wanted to talk with Harry and Ron. But they would never understand her. She knew this year would be hard. Over the summer she had communicated with her friends using owls. Of course there was that one letter she sent to Harry. She regretted sending it now, but she couldn't change that. This is what it said:
Dear Harry,
Hi! What's up? It's pretty boring here. I did all my homework during the first 2 weeks of vacation and I already read through all the books. Anyway the reason I'm writing this is because I want to know how you feel about me. I mean if you like me more than a friend. Please write back.
Later,
Hermione
A/N- This is the end of the first chapter. If you'd like to see more I only need 1 review. I'd like more though. One is my quota. So please just click that little gray box that says review on it. Thank-you. I really appreciate it. Sugarhi