Soul Desertion
Authors note: Hey, there! It's the degenerate that bought you "Dese Flies" and "Scars of Azkaban". I'm trying to crank out a more serious story reimagining Hermione's character development throughout the series. Later chapters will have bi-sexual romance and graphic violence. And Bellatrix.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters.
Boredom.
" Drifting body, soul desertion. Flying not yet, quite the notion."-Alice in Chains: Would?
11 year old Hermione Granger sat in the window of her room overlooking the street below. The sun beat down roasting the street in a heat wave. She was bored as usual, it being too hot to go outside (that is, if her parents would allow her) and still having a week until school started again. She had spent the summer studying needlessly, the piles of books around her room being evidence, yet even her compulsive learning habits couldn't help her now. A knock at the door broke her reverie. It was her mother.
"Hermione dear, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, mom." said Hermione, already feeling the strain build.
"Dinner will be ready in ten."
"Okay."
Hermione listened to her mother's footsteps die down before speaking.
"Fuck off."
The swear was spoken so low that even had her mother still been outside the door, she wouldn't have heard.
Even though she knew she needed to eat having already skipped breakfast, Hermione didn't feel hungry. Tired, perhaps as she always did, but not hungry. Ten minutes passed quickly and she was heading downstairs to the set dining room table . Dinner with her mother and father went buy as usual, with Hermione deflecting her parents prying questions with barely concealed irritation. The food itself was actually very good. A meatloaf covered in sauce accompanied by asparagus, mashed potatoes and biscuits. The flavors of the meal was dulled by the magnitude of times Hermione had eaten it.
Longing for nothing more than to be alone again Hermione excused herself immediately after dessert under the pretense of going to study more to stay sharp. Her father expressed how proud he was of her which earned a smile and an internal grimace as she headed back upstairs.
Once she reached her room, Hermione did truly begin to study for the thousandth time that summer. Though technically going into grade six her learning level was actually more on the level of eighth grade and in a couple of subjects, ninth. Every hour she would take breaks and sit, gazing out the window to think of everything and nothing before continuing her work.
The rest of the week, the last week Hermione knew herself as a Muggle, passed with the exact same pattern.
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