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Everyday she sat and wondered when anyone would start to give a shit about her. Sure, she had friends, many in fact. But she was sick and tired of being part of Hogwarts "dream team" that was loved by all but the Slytherins. She was sick of being little miss goody-too-shoes, hell, she was sick of putting on a face, and letting everyone believe it.
"This year no more miss nice nice-Harry Potter fallowing-dream team Granger." Hermione said aloud to no one in particular.
She laid on her bed thinking of how everyone would take her new/old look. Because it was new to everyone in the magical world, and old to everyone in the muggle world. As she thought of how her supposed best friends would take it, her mother stalked into the room.
"Hermione Marie Granger! You get your ass downstairs RIGHT NOW and take out the trash! I've been telling you for DAYS!" Hermione's mother screamed.
'Have not, you asked me this morning-oh wait, you were probably to fucking high this morning to remember.' Hermione thought bitterly and she trudged down the stairs.
As she passed the living room, she noted her father was asleep on the couch. 'Fucking drunk-again. Goddamn, he's either awake and bitching at me to go and clean or he's having a bloody great time getting dunk and passing out on the damn couch.' Hermione was taking the trash bag out of the can. 'Hell, maybe I'll just go rent a flat in Diagon Alley, I could do it-I'm seventeen! Nah- I'll wait until I'm done with school. It's only this next year and I'm done.'
Hermione stepped out the door and tripped over her shoelaces. "Stop being such and damn klutz and finish doing what you're told! There are still other chores to be done, damnit!" Her mother yelled after her.
"Not even a fake 'are you ok?' Oh no, that would mean that you had a bit of care in you. People fucking suck" Hermione mumbled as she hurriedly finished with the trash, and went to finish the rest of the house.
Everyday she sat and wondered when anyone would start to give a shit about her. Sure, she had friends, many in fact. But she was sick and tired of being part of Hogwarts "dream team" that was loved by all but the Slytherins. She was sick of being little miss goody-too-shoes, hell, she was sick of putting on a face, and letting everyone believe it.
"This year no more miss nice nice-Harry Potter fallowing-dream team Granger." Hermione said aloud to no one in particular.
She laid on her bed thinking of how everyone would take her new/old look. Because it was new to everyone in the magical world, and old to everyone in the muggle world. As she thought of how her supposed best friends would take it, her mother stalked into the room.
"Hermione Marie Granger! You get your ass downstairs RIGHT NOW and take out the trash! I've been telling you for DAYS!" Hermione's mother screamed.
'Have not, you asked me this morning-oh wait, you were probably to fucking high this morning to remember.' Hermione thought bitterly and she trudged down the stairs.
As she passed the living room, she noted her father was asleep on the couch. 'Fucking drunk-again. Goddamn, he's either awake and bitching at me to go and clean or he's having a bloody great time getting dunk and passing out on the damn couch.' Hermione was taking the trash bag out of the can. 'Hell, maybe I'll just go rent a flat in Diagon Alley, I could do it-I'm seventeen! Nah- I'll wait until I'm done with school. It's only this next year and I'm done.'
Hermione stepped out the door and tripped over her shoelaces. "Stop being such and damn klutz and finish doing what you're told! There are still other chores to be done, damnit!" Her mother yelled after her.
"Not even a fake 'are you ok?' Oh no, that would mean that you had a bit of care in you. People fucking suck" Hermione mumbled as she hurriedly finished with the trash, and went to finish the rest of the house.