A/N: Uhhh, first fanfic… hope it's good enough for you guys out there! Oh, and this isn't a really proper chapter, it's just a little something to see if you people like it! It's sort of just what Hermione thinks of herself. Please please tell me in your lovely reviews! Flames are welcome…just as long as they aren't really rude or insulting – just your opinion please. R & R thanks! Enjoy! XD

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Bittersweet Love

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any of these characters poor me;wish I could though – doesn't everyone? Just the lame ol' plot…

Summary: All this time you were pretending, So much for my happy ending...Hermione is in depression. What is going to get her out of it?

Rated: M – Dark fic, for suicide, depression, and swearing.

Genre: This is probably going to be a bit of drama, a bit of romance and a bit of angst all in one.

My Happy Ending
The Prologue

She was sick. Sick of herself.

She was tired. Tired for being the same.

She was angry. Angry because she couldn't have what she wanted.

She was annoyed. Just because she hated her life.

And truly, it really wasn't such a great life.

Actually, it was quite fucked up.

Sure, she was smart.

Sure, she got top grades.

Sure, she was a brilliant witch.

Sure, she was Harry Potter's best friend.

But, honestly, what did that REALLY matter?

Actually, she would've cared less.

She didn't want any of that. It didn't matter to her at all.

She was always the responsible one,

The take-charge one,

The reliable one,

The bossy one,

The sensible one,

The hard-working one – yep, that sure was Hermione.

But she wanted to be BETTER than that.

She was no longer going to be some sissy girl who was also a nerd and couldn't stand up to herself and needed some two protective stupid boy best friends at her side at all times.

She didn't want to be known as some girl, who didn't have any proper girl friends and didn't have any sense of fun,

And she really didn't want to be some suck-up teacher's pet (who was also known to be very stubborn).

She was going to change.

She wanted to be bad.

She wanted to be mischievous.

She wanted to be intimidating.

She wanted to be mean.

She wanted to be dark, for everyone to worship her like some goddess or, maybe, all she wanted was just some more popularity and a new makeover…

NO – wait. She DID want all of that.

Did she want to admit to it? Did she want to tell her best friends, Potty and Weasel, that she wanted to be different? Did she really want to face all the shocked faces when she tells them that she wants to change? Did she want to be like – a Slytherin?

Yes, she did.

Well, not exactly, they would laugh at her and just make fun of her. And Harry and Ron would just try to comfort her like some lost pathetic little girl who needed sympathy. No, maybe she would be just avoid the whole subject. She would change without their help.

Not like she needed them.

She didn't need anyone.

Well, maybe she needed one person.

And that was Draco Malfoy.

A/N: This is just a short endnote…um I hope you guys liked that! And thanks ronaldo9 – my editor! Thanks so much! I'm gonna put the next part up soon! I'm not sure if everyone is going to like my writing…but PLEASE PLEASE review, just want to see if you guys like it or not! Thanks a bunch!

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Bittersweet Love