Book Worm Blues

Chapter one What's he paying you for?

Hey! Well this is my second fic, I hope as many like it as they like my first (still in progress) Anyways Here it is. I hope you like it. It's mostly about Hermione and a forbidding love-Eww no teachers… That's just sick and twisted. Well Tell me what you think Please Review. Check out my other story- if you havn't already;)

Katrina.

Hermione Granger Straight A student, An intelligent and beautiful girl with honey brown colored curls reaching to her lower back. She , Hermione Granger, Was best friend of Ronald Weasley, And the infamous Harry Potter. She was by almost anyone's opinion the smartest witch of her year. Hermione also in her past years, Had Dated a famous Quidditch player, Viktor Krum.

Hermione grew up in a very wealthy community because, She of coarse was very wealthy. Her family was one of the most high classed family's in London. Her Parents were well known Dentist. The most popular actually if you asked any one of London's residents.

Hermione sighed as she packed away her last book. Her parents had decided to move to a more secluded place, Hermione knew the only reason her mom agreed to do this was because it had meant a bigger mansion. Hermione loved her house she was in now. She didn't really want to move. She liked the area, It had a nice little park Hermione could bike too. It had a mall she could go to when she was bored. It had a nice lake Hermione could swim in, When she didn't want to go in her pool. She just felt free over the summer. They were going to move to a neighbor hood with only two other houses surrounding.

'Probably no kids' Hermione thought.

Hermione's parents were basically never home, They were either at work , On some fancy trips on which they rarely took Hermione, Or at some dentist convention. And if they were home, they ignored her, well not really ignored her, just preferred to do more important things then talk to their daughter.

Hermione shoved the box of her books out into the hall way. Hermione looked around her empty room, Markings of where pictures of her and her friends decorated the walls. Hermione took one last view out her window, The sun brightly shone in her eyes and out lined the forest that was behind Hermione's house. Hermione sketched the picture into her brain. It would be the last time she would ever see the view.

Hermione sighed again as she went down to the Living room, Mrs. Granger was over by the entrance laughing loudly with the Moving guy. Hermione's mom and dad were each having affairs, They both new, and didn't have a problem with it. Their relation ship was more a marriage of convenience then it was anything else. They didn't mind. On the other hand, They also didn't care if Hermione liked it or not, The whole family was messed up, Hermione being the normal one.

"Mom, When are we leaving?" Hermione asked huffily. Her mom ignored her like always and kept on flirting with the middle aged mover.

"MOM!" Hermione yelled. Her mother looked up at her finally egnoliging her existence along with the fact that her daughter wanted something,

"What hunny? Can't you see mommy's busy." Her mother asked her sweetly.

"Hey mom, No need to talk like I'm a baby, Maybe I was last time you checked because God know's you never talk to me . But anyways that's not the point, When are we leaving?" Well.. That's what Hermione thought, But instead she just asked.

"When are we leaving? I actually want to see the new house before I have to go back to Hog-School." Hermione replied hotly.

"Soon." Her mother said turning back to flirt with the moving guy. Hermione sighed. This is why she liked Hogwarts so much. There she was noticed, loved, had friends. Here she was nothing. To no body.

Hermione only dreamed of having a life like the Weasley's. Having siblings and parents that loved you, having a nice humble home, having fun with you family. She would give up everything she had to have a life like the Weasley's, Sure they didn't have a lot of money but they got by. Hermione at one point thought even Harry's life would be better then hers. She would rather have no parents then parents like hers. As horrible as it seemed it's how she felt.

But then Hermione thought about the Dursley's. Ohh how she hated how they treated Harry. She felt so bad for him now that Siruis had died. He was probably locked in him room, limited access to the out side world. Hermione hadn't heard from him all summer, She also hadn't heard from Ron. She couldn't owl them because well.. She didn't have an owl. She hoped to see them in Diagon Ally yesterday but she didn't see anyone she knew except for Neville Longbottom, he was a clumsy sweet boy. Hermione didn't think he had many friends, but she never really stopped to talk to him up until last year.

Hermione looked up just in time to see her dad walk , He walked right between the two flirting adults. The one his wife and the other the mover. Her dad was walking up the stairs towards her. "Hey daddy" She smiled and held out her arms as if she was going to hug him.

"Not now.." Her father mumbled walking past Hermione not even looking at her. She noticed lip stick marks on the neck of his white shirt. He also smelled of cheap perfume. Hermione watched him walk into his office. She sighed yet again.

She looked up and noticed her mom hadn't stopped flirting let alone moved away from the moving guy. Hermione was getting really annoyed . She was determined to leave, now.

"Hey buddy, " she said to the mover " Is my father paying you to stand around and flirt with my mother?" Hermione said glaring at the two. He starred at her like a deer in the head lights.

"Y-e-ss miss.." He said instantly grabbing a box and walking it out to the large truck. Hermione smiled sinisterly sickly grin. Her mother glared a deathly glare at her.

"How about now mummy, Can we go now?" Hermione asked rather bluntly.

"Get in the car." Her mother glared at her again.

"Yes mummy, I love you." Hermione smirked walking down past her mother. She generally didn't act like this, but her mother had really pissed her off.

Hermione went out to the silver Jaguar. Hermione sat in the hot car, the white leather stuck to her legs. Hermione shut the door and leaned into the front seat turning and pushing buttons in the front. As an end result her mixed CD of Linkin Park, AC/DC, and Styx was blaring out the speakers. Hermione smiled and sat back, the cold air rushing over her face. After about 10 minutes of honking the car horn Hermione's mom and dad finally emerge from the house.

'Thank god.' she thought.

Hey I hope you like it, just to let you know this is Hermione's sixth year and it's set in 2004! Read and review please! Thanks

Katrina