No More Fairy Tales
A/N: Hey guys! some of you may remember this to be the title of my other story that i discontiued. i like the title just not the story that went with it so i started a new story which i'm very proud of so hope you enjoy! Please review! it's my first D/H fic!
Chapter One
Hermione slowly opened her eyes to be greeted by sun streaming into her bedroom. Crookshanks lay curled at the end of her comforter. She threw off her covers rousing Crookshanks who leapt off the bed hissing with indignation. Placing fresh food and water in Crookshanks bowls Hermione lazily walked down the stairs to her kitchen. Today she was meeting Harry, Ron, and Ginny at Diagon Alley to pick up their school supplies.
This year was going to be great! She was in her seventh year and was Head Girl no surprise there. Hermione was still trying to figure out who was Head Boy. She had written Harry and Ron but, all they said was congratulations. Hermione knew they probably wouldn't be Head Boy but, she had always imagined it that way. At first she thought that Malfoy might be but, immediately dismissed the idea. Dumbledore would never have a Death Eater as Head Boy.
Hermione's summer had not been a good one. So she was looking forward to this year. Over the summer Viktor and her had gotten together a lot more. Until one day Hermione came home after running a quick errand for her mom before Viktor came over. Much to her surprise Viktor came early but, not to see her to see her mother. Hermione walked through the door to see her mother and her boyfriend in a very compromising position on the couch.
Shocked at what she saw Hermione dropped the groceries cracking the eggs and bruising all the fruit. Her parents had only been split for a week and all ready her mom was going after other guys but, not just any guys HER boyfriend!
She had just gotten back from Hogwarts when her parents announced that they were getting a divorce. Hermione knew it wasn't her fault that they were splitting but, she couldn't help but wonder if she would still see both of them. They still loved her just didn't love each other is how they explained it.
She had ended up spilling everything to Viktor who seemed, when she looked back at it, a little to happy about the whole thing. After the escapade Hermione witnessed she broke up with Viktor and went to live with her dad. She talked to her mom but, very curtly and only when she came to her dad's house to talk to her. Which was often but, Hermione would dogged her by climbing out of her bedroom window and spending the night at one of her muggle friend's homes. Her dad would never lie for her to her mom even when Hermione had explained about the 'incident'. Her dad said that she still needed to have a relationship with her mother and put the past behind her.
If only he knew. Since their divorce Hermione had become steadily more depressed. Viktor couldn't even cheer her up on her bad days. When the 'incident' occurred Hermione shattered. She sunk into an emotionalist pit of darkness. She began to lose weight and stay up late into the night and wake up early in the morning. Never really sleeping it was more like her body couldn't take anymore but her mind kept going. Dark shadows permanently hovered under her eyes. She never was skinny enough.
After about a month of drastic weight lose her close muggle friend helped her lose weight in a healthy fashion. She began eating right and exercising. Hermione ended up gaining muscle but lose body fat. You could already see a difference in her slightly pudgy frame. Hermione had never been fat but she still had some weight to lose. It's not like reading books and studying got you moving a lot.
Though she loved to run which is what she did every morning. Whenever Hermione ran she felt like she was free. There were no problems no darkness nothing just the solid sidewalk and cold sting of the morning air. She felt untouchable while running. No matter what went wrong she would never be hurt while running. It let her think things through and was one of the few things that kept her sain.
With her dad dating a new girl every night and her mom trying to talk to her and sort out the 'incident' running, friends, her music, and her books were the only things that were still normal. Not to mention Viktor was her mom's boy toy whenever she was feeling down and supposedly their relationship was 'a mature adult relationship'. Whatever. Her mom just likes feeling wanted by younger men.
Hermione made herself an omelet while listening to the news. Well more like thinking about how many times the newscaster had gotten plastic surgery for her eyebrows to be that high. Quickly eating her breakfast Hermione scrambled upstairs to get ready.
Shoving odds and ends into her oversized purse Hermione left it by the door before hoping into the shower coming out 10 minutes later. Her hair was wrapped on top of her head and she had another towel wrapped around her. Hermione brushed her teeth while making her bed before heading back into the bathroom to magically dry her hair into loose curls that hung around her face accenting her chocolate brown eyes. Her hair was no longer an untamable mass of frizzy curls. Her teeth had grown in and were all normal length. Over the summer Sam had helped her recreate her look.
Hermione applied black eyeliner and clear mascara to compliment her long lashes and chocolate eyes. She then put on dark green eye shadow with a lighter green streak across her upper eye lid. Then used a bit of concealer to even out her skin tone before adding a clear gloss to her lips that made them glow nicely without seeming to have put anything on them. Smiling at her reflection Hermione headed to her closet pulling out a pair of jeans with a light blue tank top that had peacock feathers printed on it with a shorter dark blue tank top over it and slipped on a pair of converse. Realizing the time Hermione grabbed her purse before running to her fireplace and flooing to Diagon Alley.
A/N: Hope you liked it! Please review! i'd really like feed back on what i've written. Thanks!