Author's Note:
Alright guys, I'm here to warn you that this story is rather
depressing and somewhat more twisted than JK Rowling would ever want you to
think Hermione's home life is like. It's a small insight into why Hermione is
such a perfectionist. Please don't flame me, but I was in the mood to write
something depressing (Totally unlike me in real life, but oh well!).
Please review (though no flames!) Thanks!
~~And may all your raindrops be lemon drops and gumdrops~~
Luv Susi
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Perfect
Sometimes
is never quite enough
If you're flawless, then you'll win my love
Don't forget to win first place
Don't forget to keep that smile on your face
Hermione looked back over her Transfiguration homework,
re-checking it for any errors that might be present. She had spent the entire
night slaving over this essay and it just had to be right. Even though it was the
summer holidays, she was working just as hard. She was working hard to forget
the pain and tears that she was surrounded by at home.
Be a good boy
Try a little harder
You've got to measure up
And make me prouder
Sure, her life seemed like a dream to some people, but even
the most secure families have skeletons in the closet. The Granger family's skeleton
was also known as Hermione's father. He had always wanted a boy, and after
Hermione's mother was unable to produce any more children, he seemed to take
his anger out on his only daughter. Hermione
had tried all her life to get her fathers love, his appreciation and comfort.
But, she thought as she wiped a small tear away, that wasn't going to happen
anytime soon.
How long before you screw it up
How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up
With everything I do for you
The least you can do is keep quiet
He had always put so much pressure on her to do well in school and when ever
something went wrong, it seemed to always be her fault. After all, she was a
Granger and all granger's excelled in the academics. If she had failed at
anything in her life, she would never hear the end of it. So that's why she had
to work so hard on her studies, she wanted her father's love.
Be a good girl
You've gotta try a little harder
That simply wasn't good enough
To make us proud
She tried to remember a time when her father wasn't angry.
Did he ever swing her around on his back? Or blow her butterfly kisses? Did he
ever say he was proud of her? No, she thought, life had always been like this. She
hadn't received any messages from Ron or Harry in awhile either. Wishing to be
with Ron at the Burrow or even with Harry at the Dursleys, any place would be
better than the silent fortress she had built here.
I'll live through you
I'll make you what I never was
If you're the best, then maybe so am I
Compared to him compared to her
I'm doing this for your own damn good
You'll make up for what I blew
What's the problem... why are you crying
Hermione heard a thump and curse words coming from the rooms
below. Shutting her eyes and covering her ears she tried to block the noise
out. Please, please don't come up here she whispered.
Be a good
boy
Push a little farther now
That wasn't fast enough
To make us happy
She lied on her bed, cradling her bruised arm. Her red puffy
eyes tiered from crying refused to close and sleep. A silent figure of her
father was sprawled out on the floor, stunned by her wand.
We'll love you just the way you are
If you're
perfect
