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Summary: The reasoning behind Hermione Granger. The reason she loves to learn, and is often content to let Harry and Ron take all the credit.
A/N: A pointless little fic. Just something I came up with, one night when I should have been sleeping. So bare with it! R/R as always...even though I know the reviews are going to be bad!
Hermione's life before her Hogwarts' letter.
Hermione ran off the school bus and up the stairs to her room. She slammed the door behind her and threw herself onto her bed, almost in tears. Why did they have to be so mean?
~*flashback*~
As Hermione climbed onto her bus her sighed, school was so boring...she already knew everything they were learning. Sitting in a seat around the middle of the bus Hermione gazed out the window, looking for something more.
"Hey brainier!," a boy in the seat behind Hermione called. She ignored him, he was probably talking to someone else.
"Hey you with the hair!," the boy yelled. Hermione turned around, before she could get out the word 'what?' a spit ball hit her square on the nose. Hermione turned back around and sunk down in her seat...it only got worse more spit balls, water poured on her, more name calling...
~*end flashback*~
Hermione still crying a bit sat up, it wasn't her fault she was smart so why did they pick on her? She sat there thinking, finally deciding that if she wasn't so smart they wouldn't pick on her. For the next week Hermione didn't answer in class unless called on. And when she was called on she mumbled the answer (she couldn't bring herself to say the wrong answer though). This act did nothing, the boys still teased her and crushed her spirit. They hurt her so much, but she could never tell anyone. By the end of the year she hated school, she still loved knowing things and learning but she hated school.
Hermione resolved that next year would be different, she would become one of those girls that everyone 'loved.' She went shopping with her Mom, and bought all new clothes (the cool kind--short, tight, bright). She learnt how to make her hair look like the cool girls' hair. Hermione went back to school. Things were different, the boys no longer teased her, they smiled. The girls no longer laughed when she tried to talk to them, they listened. She was one of the cool kids. Even though she was 'cool' Hermione didn't feel cool. She felt worse then before, she was more alone then ever...sure people wanted to talk to her, but they didn't really talk. All they did was make fun of Hermione's old friends.
Hermione spent the whole school year living the lie she had turned into her life. That summer she made a new resolution, to not hide her natural intelligence. That summer she also got her letter from Hogwarts. True to her resolution she did not hide her intelligence (as her waving hand proved), she was content learning new things showing off her knowledge. Nothing else mattered, not popularity or heroic acts. That is why Hermione is often content to let Ron and Harry get all the glory.
Summary: The reasoning behind Hermione Granger. The reason she loves to learn, and is often content to let Harry and Ron take all the credit.
A/N: A pointless little fic. Just something I came up with, one night when I should have been sleeping. So bare with it! R/R as always...even though I know the reviews are going to be bad!
Hermione's life before her Hogwarts' letter.
Hermione ran off the school bus and up the stairs to her room. She slammed the door behind her and threw herself onto her bed, almost in tears. Why did they have to be so mean?
~*flashback*~
As Hermione climbed onto her bus her sighed, school was so boring...she already knew everything they were learning. Sitting in a seat around the middle of the bus Hermione gazed out the window, looking for something more.
"Hey brainier!," a boy in the seat behind Hermione called. She ignored him, he was probably talking to someone else.
"Hey you with the hair!," the boy yelled. Hermione turned around, before she could get out the word 'what?' a spit ball hit her square on the nose. Hermione turned back around and sunk down in her seat...it only got worse more spit balls, water poured on her, more name calling...
~*end flashback*~
Hermione still crying a bit sat up, it wasn't her fault she was smart so why did they pick on her? She sat there thinking, finally deciding that if she wasn't so smart they wouldn't pick on her. For the next week Hermione didn't answer in class unless called on. And when she was called on she mumbled the answer (she couldn't bring herself to say the wrong answer though). This act did nothing, the boys still teased her and crushed her spirit. They hurt her so much, but she could never tell anyone. By the end of the year she hated school, she still loved knowing things and learning but she hated school.
Hermione resolved that next year would be different, she would become one of those girls that everyone 'loved.' She went shopping with her Mom, and bought all new clothes (the cool kind--short, tight, bright). She learnt how to make her hair look like the cool girls' hair. Hermione went back to school. Things were different, the boys no longer teased her, they smiled. The girls no longer laughed when she tried to talk to them, they listened. She was one of the cool kids. Even though she was 'cool' Hermione didn't feel cool. She felt worse then before, she was more alone then ever...sure people wanted to talk to her, but they didn't really talk. All they did was make fun of Hermione's old friends.
Hermione spent the whole school year living the lie she had turned into her life. That summer she made a new resolution, to not hide her natural intelligence. That summer she also got her letter from Hogwarts. True to her resolution she did not hide her intelligence (as her waving hand proved), she was content learning new things showing off her knowledge. Nothing else mattered, not popularity or heroic acts. That is why Hermione is often content to let Ron and Harry get all the glory.
