A Cursed Defense
Disclaimer: this is fan fiction, so I own none of the characters/elements of the world. This is done solely for the point of my own enjoyment, not to make money or anything.
AN: Set in seventh year Hogwarts, HBP compliant, after Voldemort's defeat. I'm sorry if I was inaccurate or spelled anything wrong, I don't have the books memorized or anything so I might have made some mistakes. As far as I have planned things, this story will contain Harry x Ginny pairing and eventual hinting of Hermione x Snape, although that relationship will be developed more in the sequel I have planned out. Story will focus mainly on Hermione and Ginny's viewpoints.
Prologue: The End
Hermione tugged the brush through her bushy hair one final time before she began to pull her long mane of hair into a ponytail. She carefully adjusted her Muggle shirt, pulling on one end of it so that it hung evenly. She didn't even know why she bothered anymore, just who was she trying to impress anyway? Certainly not Harry or Ron, those two had been like family to her and her short time dating Ron had left her thoroughly convinced that they would remain her adopted brothers for the rest of her life. As for the rest of her boys in her year, if any one of them had the slightest inclination of being interested in her, wouldn't they have shown it already? Yes, none of them would ever be interested. They were intimidated that was it, intimidated by the girl who could hold her own intellectually against the greatest and be bossy enough to coax inanimate objects into motion.
Hermione let out a royal sigh. Now that Voldemort was gone, trivial matters such as these seemed to weigh down on her with an inexplicable importance. How could winning the affection of a few immature young men possibly compare to winning the war against the most horrid dark wizard ever to stalk the earth? Of course it couldn't. Perhaps she was just worrying about this to avoid contemplating the possibility that it wasn't really all over. But it certainly seemed that way, this summer they had defeated Voldemort and now she would be returning to her final year of Hogwarts free of all worries (except NEWTs of course!).
It all seemed too good to be true, but though Hermione had searched constanty for something they had missed in cleaning up after the war, it all seemed completely and unquestionably over. She supposed she, Harry, and Ron, owed the speed and effectiveness with which they had defeated the Dark Lord to the one person they would all rather have owed nothing to at all: Professor Severus Snape. Hermione had less to resent than the other two though; she didn't owe Professor Snape quite as much. In fact, technically, he owed her.
AN: To be continued. Please read and review, be as harsh as you want with critiques as long as you have reasons. I want to know how people respond to my writing as I am currently working on an original story. This was my first fan fic by the way. Hoped you liked it and will read the next chapter.
