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Chapter 1: I Hate You!

Hermione Granger stared out her window into the midnight blue sky. She quickly turned the latch on the large window in front of her and flung it open. There was no screen to hold back leaves being blown into her face. She let the wind carry her hair and tangle it into knots. She took a deep breath in, smelling the fresh air, and then exhaled.

'Are you ready?' A voice that came not from outside, but from within, called out softly to Hermione.

"Ready." She whispered.

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Earlier that summer, Hermione had had her first real boyfriend. I know you're thinking 'Well, what about Viktor?' Well, let's just say that it didn't work out between Hermione and Krum.

He was a muggle. A normal, everyday muggle. Hermione thought that it was love, but she was sadly mistaken.

They had been going out for about 1 month.

It had been only 5 weeks into summer when they were on a date at the mall. All of their friends were around. She leaned in for a quick kiss before heading off with her 'girlfriends' to shop for 'girl' clothes, when he pulled away and gave her this *look*.

"What's wrong honey?" She asked him in a startled voice. He never pulled away before.

"I, uh, don't think we should see each other anymore." He tried to let her down gently.

"Skyler, what do you mean?" She asked in a frightened voice.

"I mean what I say! I never loved you! You were a stupid bet between some of my friends!" He screamed at her furiously.

"No. No. No. This isn't happening!" She began shaking and muttering over and over.

"Face it, you're nothing but an ugly book-worm! Always have been, always will be." He said in a deep, threatening voice. He turned to leave, but her voice rang through the air, as clear as a bell in a ghost town.

"You're wrong."

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"Get your freaky arse in this room this instant you filthy little wench!" Mr. Granger screamed at his 15 year old daughter.

Hermione came thundering down the stairs and gulped at the sight of her father.

He's drunk.

"Where's your worthless mother?" He slurred his words.

"I – I d-don't know." Hermione muttered, looking down at the floor. Filthy.

"What do you mean you don't know? Use you're wand swishing-waving to find out you imbecile!" He tried to command her.

"I'm not aloud to do magic out of school." She murmured.

"Magic. Is that what they call that? Well, I suppose if she's not here, you'll do just fine!" He screamed in her face and then lunged.

Over and over he hit her. Kicked her. Smacked her. Punched her. She cried out endlessly, begging and pleading with him to stop, but to her dismay, he kept abusing her.

I have to get out.

15 minutes more of cuts and bruises and he finally left the house to go to the bar and get even more drunk.

Hermione ran upstairs, packed all of her things, muggle and magic, and ran away. Forever.

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Hermione stood out on her street and took one last look at her house.

I have to, it's for the best. Now, what had Harry been talking about in 3RD year about some Knight's Bus or something. And wand something.

She finally remembered, whipped out her wand, and held it out. A rumble became clearer as it came into sight on the road.

The doors opened and she hopped on.

"Where to lassie?" I young Scottish boy asked her.

"Muggle London. Doesn't matter where, just anywhere in Muggle London." She told him. He gave a sharp nod and gave her the warmest smile he could muster.

"Help yourself to a bed lass." He told her. She nodded, and walked to a bed.

Fun summer.

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She arrived in Muggle London in about 1 hour, and was let off at what she supposed would be a 'nicer' part of town.

She hopped off and quickly entered a cute little cafe. She went to the counter, ordered an Espresso, and seated herself.

She looked around at her surroundings. Everyone seemed to be about 20 or so.

I bet there's a college campus around here somewhere.

She was staring off into space when a voice shook her out of her 'nothing-thoughts.'

"Hi, I'm Chloe. I don't go to school at the campus just so you know. Are you new around here?" She asked. She seemed to have a bubbly personality, but her appearance did not come off that way.

She had black hair that was cut in a pixie style. She had a small frame with porcelain colored skin. She wore a lot of reds, blacks, and whites.

Gothic.

"I'm Hermione, Mione for short. I don't go to school here, and I'm not exactly staying here. Actually, I ran away and am kind of getting ready to find a place to stay." Hermione couldn't believe she had just flat out said that.

"Seriously? You need a place to stay?" Chloe asked.

"Yeah, why?" Hermione was dumbfounded.

"Well, I'm staying in an apartment about 2 blocks away with a few of my friends." The girl giggled.

"Um, are you asking me to stay with you even though you don't know the first thing about me? For all you know, I could be a serial killer on the run and looking for people to murder." Hermione warned her.

"You're not. Now come on Mione!" Chloe grabbed Hermione by the arm and pulled her along.

After about 20 minutes of walking, the arrived at a nice apartment building. They rode in the elevator until they reached the 4TH floor.

Chloe pulled out a key and shoved it into the lock of the door. She flung open the door and Hermione gasped at what she saw.

A clock like the one at the Weasley's, broomsticks (the flying kind), and bottles of butterbeer.

"You're a witch!" Hermione screamed in pure delight.

"I was afraid that this would happen. Look please don't tell any-" Chloe began but Hermione cut her off.

"So am I!" Hermione screamed and rushed over to give the girl a hug.

"Wow. Talk about coincidences." Chloe muttered. "Come meet my roomies!"

Hermione met Tyler, a cute guy who was in an underground punk-rock band. She also met Blake, another guy who was kind of cute but was kind of quiet.

"Well, that's the whole lot. And look, about you're look …." Chloe began.

"Do what you will. I'm sick of *me*." Hermione laughed along with the other roommates. "Do you really want me to stay? I mean you barely know me." Hermione explained.

"I'm a witch darling, I probably know more about you than you know about yourself. I'm not just any witch, I'm kind of like a seer."

"Let me guess, you're best subject was Divination." Hermione sighed.

"Correct!" Chloe was delighted with herself.

Maybe it really will be a fun summer!

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Hermione Granger stepped onto platform 9 3/4. Today was the first day back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She would be in her 5TH year at Hogwarts.

Hermione noticed all of the boys heads turning and began to blush a bit.

Hermione was wearing a black skirt that was short, but not mini, a black halter top with a weird swirl made of rhinestones. Her hair was a dark brunette and was pulled into a kind of 'all over' ponytail.

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Draco Malfoy watched the girl look around curiously and blushed at the wolf whistles that were blown for her. She was beautiful.

She finally spotted who she was looking for and ran off towards them.

Potter and Weasley.

That could only mean one thing. It was Granger.

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"Harry! Ron!" Hermione called out to her 2 best friends (who went to Hogwarts.)

They whipped their heads around and gasped at the beauty in front of them.

"Um …" Ron 'said'.

"Hermione. My name is Hermione, Ron." Hermione gave him a toothy grin and then all of sudden she was being picked up and spun around by Harry Potter.

"Hermione! Is it really you?" He kept asking over and over.

"Yes Harry, it's really me." Hermione laughed. It felt so good to be back.

They decided to board the train and catch up in their compartment.

They hadn't been seated more than 2 minutes when the door was thrown open by Draco Malfoy.

"My, my, my, if it isn't Four Eyed Potter, Poor Weasley, and Mudblood Granger!" He gave them a fake grin.

"Get out Malfoy." Hermione sighed in boredom.

"I don't think I will. So tell me, what made you decide to become a prost-" Draco began but was cut off by a sharp stinging pain to his face.

"What the hell is your problem?" Draco screamed at her.

"You really want to know Malfoy? You, you're my problem. Why don't you do something useful with your life … but I'm sure that's impossible since daddy does everything for you." Hermione spat at him.

"You'll be sorry you ever said that you filthy mu-" Draco began but was cut off.

"Filthy mudblood? Use something new. I've only heard it about a thousand times. Use you're imagination!" Hermione gave him a phony grin and he sneered in return.

"You'll pay for those remarks." Draco warned.

"I hate you!" Hermione told him with a pure look of dislike on her face.