A.N: PLEASE READ. Alright, here's the deal. This is my first ever fanfic, and I'm a little nervous. I know every one harps about the importance of reviews but I desperately need it. I know where I want this story to go in my head but sometimes it doesn't come out so good on paper. I don't give a rat's ass if your review is three letters long. Any thing would be nice to know that people are reading my blathering and appreciate it. This is the intro chapter, so yes…it sucks. So sorry but I just didn't have the time or patience to figure out how to integrate what I think happened in HP and put it into a well written chappie. I'm only going to be posting the first two chapters for now, just to see if you like them. And if I spell ANYTHING wrong don't be afraid to shout it out. Loves, Ik
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Lately Hermione Granger has been starting to feel…well…a little bored. Here she was, 27 years old, the youngest Charms teacher in the history of Hogwarts, best friend to Harry Potter…and bored out of her pretty little skull.
Maybe I should give you a little background on our twice celebrated "Most Clever Witch of the Decade". In their 7th year Hermione helped her best friend Harry Potter track down and defeat the infamous Lord Voldemort. Shortly after killing Voldemort, Harry promptly confessed undying love to Ginny Weasley, got married and accepted the open Seeker position on the Chudley Cannons Quidditch team.
Upon seeing Luna Lovegood at Harry and Ginny's wedding, Hermione's other best friend, Ronald Weasley, realized that Luna's quirkiness was something that he could just not live without; he soon proposed thereafter. Their wedding is next month.
Professor Severus Snape was the one who had managed to come back with the last vital bit of information that led to Voldemorts capture and death. After the dust had settled he revealed that Draco Malfoy was HIS informant inside the Death Eaters. Malfoy was soon exonerated of all crimes and recognized as a national hero. But more historically, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter became friends. After realizing that Draco had done what he had to in order to survive and rise in the Death Eater order, Harry and Ron put their past behind them and worked it all out over a pint, some guy talk, and women ogling at the local pub. That night they all found out that they prefer Guinness over Fosters, red wine over white, and that they all had had a slight crush on the lead singer of the Wailing Veelas.
In the years following all this good cheer and friend making Hermione got the rest of her teacher credentials, applied and was accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And now…for some reason could not figure out why she was feeling so melancholy. The first 10 years of her life were inexplicably dull, followed by 7 years of sheer mayhem and adventure. Now, at her prime, she is being forced to face facts. Hermione Anne Granger was in a rut. A very deep, muddy, dank, slime infested rut. And has no way on how to pull her self out of it.