One Girl Revolution
By: thetreasure11
The Characters and locals are the sole property of J.K. Rowling and her publisher.
The idea is mine with a little help from Superchick and Saving Jane.
Introduction
The August sun paled as it entered the sparse living room though thin baby blue curtains and lent a peaceful look to the curly haired brunette sprawled on the couch with an old book. She wasn't peaceful. She was bored, lonely, and a little hungry. Hermione dragged herself off the comfy grey cushions and went to the small kitchenette of her new apartment. Opening the fridge she took out a cluster of grapes and reached over her head for a small chipped bowl. Picking the grapes one by one off the stem Hermione wondered what had happened to the girl who had fought against Voldemort beside The Chosen One? What happened to the girl who kissed her boyfriend in the middle of a battle only months ago? What happened to the know-it-all, sure of herself, in control witch?
If she was her old self she might have blamed Ron. She would have said it was his fault for making everything so awkward between them, but she knew it wasn't true. She was just as much if not more to blame. She'd had to break it off with Ron. There was no romantic love between them, just a little attraction. Ron knew but he'd never have the heart to tell her so, so she'd had to. He'd been relieved and they'd both said everything was cool between them, but it never felt quite right again. As sad as she'd been to do it, she knew she couldn't spend the summer with the Weasleys, not like that. Mrs. Weasley had tried to persuade her, so had Ginny and even Harry, but Hermione declined politely.
Her next thought had been to go to Australia to find her parents and give them back their memories, but when she found them, she couldn't bring herself to do it. They were so happy enjoying something like a second honeymoon, smiling and holding hands as they window shopped, stopping here and there to steal little kisses. How could she give them back their memories, their anxieties? How could she interrupt their romantic excursion? How could she tell them about the war? So she'd bought herself a small apartment in muggle London and waited for fall, waited till she could go back to Hogwarts and graduate at last.
Looking down Hermione realized she'd been done filling her bowl for a while and had been absently picking apart the stem. Shaking her head slightly as if to clear a confusion spell Hermione swept the bits of green and brown stem into her hand and dropped them into the waste bin. She picked up her bowl of grapes and set it on the coffee table as she sat on the couch behind it. The apartment felt so quiet. She was used to the Burrow this time of year. Hearing Harry and Ron joke back and forth, maybe playing wizard chess with Ginny and listening to Mrs. Weasley chat about the news as she managed her unruly household. Here there was just silence. She turned on her radio.