Hey guys, this is a new story of mine. I don't really know where it will end up, but please review me with any ideas of potential pairings
much love blueacidpop
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She was sick of it. Being an only child Hermione Granger was used to being constantly worried about, was used to being looked after, was used to being loved.
Hogwarts was not at all what it was cracked up to be. It was supposed to be full of mystery, adventure and fun but all she had found was danger, disappointment and a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Although she still had Harry and Ron she still felt lonely. She would be surrounded by a sea of people but nobody cared enough to look at the big picture and ask her why she felt the way she did. Not that anybody noticed. She was actually getting quite good at hiding her disappointment every time someone else's needs came before her own. She was never first, never would be. She was used to this disappointment. So she turned to books as the answer. Being able to escape into a whole nother world full of love, excitement or just plain facts. She likes facts. The fact that she loves most is that people mistake her for being a bookworm, when people should be noticing that she is just a scared little girl. It is a fact that Hermione Granger wishes she never came to Hogwarts. Sure being a witch has it' s advantages, but she is just a mudblood. One more than one occasion this has been pointed out to her. She hated it. Being a closet romantic she had hoped to find love at Hogwarts. But that would never happen. The world had to screw up somewhere, and she was the outcome.
But as she sits on her bed pondering her life she comes to a conclusion. If the world wont appreciate her, she wont appreciate it.
snip-snip The sound of her hair being cut seemed to echo throughout the bathroom. As the tears continued to stream down her face she could hear one of the other girls banging on the door yelling about needing to get ready for a date. Again her needs don't come first. Choosing to ignore the constant banging she reached for two boxes. Muggle hair dye. This method of colour change was more practical for Hermione because wand dye would eventually wear off and she wanted it for as long as possible. As she wet her hair she glanced again at the colours. Sandy brown and a dark charcoal grey.
She wanted to change herself completely. Her hair was now a short layered sandy brown emo cut with grey chunks in all directions.
She felt so disgusted with herself. She didn't want to be Hermione 'stinkin' Granger anymore. She wanted to be totally new. As she stared in the mirror she couldn't help but notice all her excess weight. With that nights dinner still in her belly she bent over the toilet to empty her stomach. Growing slightly frustrated that it wasn't working she turned and punched the mirror with a new found energy, sending glass flying everywhere.
Hermione Granger had finally cracked.
Cleaning up the bathroom she made her exit. With blood dripping from her arm, with new hair, and a newly found bounce in her step 'Mione' was born. The stares of her Gryffindor room-mates followed her to bed earning them an earful of tripe, which in her opinion, they deserved.
Whilst everyone was asleep she creepy over to lavenders bedside table (everyone knew she was a closet crack addict). With patience, determination and skill Mione managed to quietly free three pills. Depositing one in her mouth a smile formed on her lips.
HOGWARTS HERE I COME!