Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling would probably not be writing some fanfiction. If she were writing, it would be for the 7th book. But that reasoning makes no sense. I don't own any familiar characters.

Hermione walked silently and stealthily along the hallways of her two-story, broken-down, close-to-falling home. She was sneaking out. At 12:06, midnight. Thursday, 31st of August. It was only about a day until she had to return to Hogwarts…Back with her friends. Back with "her" people. Witches, wizards, brainiacs, snot-heads. But she began to hate it. She began to loathe the stereotypes the was branded with. She constantly had to ask herself what was missing in her life.

Hermione Granger. A girl next door type, full of aspirations, sweet and friendly. Always looking at the bright side. Everything had a shine, a silver lining to it.

Now take a time-warp and see:

Hermione Granger. Beautiful, beautiful long dark brown hair, curvy hour-glass body, and a pretty good bust size – if she had to say so herself. 6th year. One can say she had a revelation, of a sort, about life. Actually, she just figured the world is a Venus Fly Trap pleasing its prey with something sweet before engulfing it in all its horror. Well, that's what her dictionary tells her. Oh, right. And all men, give or take a few, are scum.

Now that's what's real. That's what's real to Hermione Granger.

The first boyfriend of her life…Andy Calister. About a head taller than Hermione, and a mix of Chinese and Caucasian. The perfect exotic look that she had never thought existed, and the sweetest heart she had ever known. Hermione thought she loved him…They got together at 12:06, on the 31st of May. One day after their 2 month anniversary, she caught Andy with another girl in her own house. Kissing another girl in her own house that her parents weren't in because they went on vacation. Tonguing another girl in her own house without her parents there. Half naked... Half NAKED! Well, only he was. At least the girl had on her damned skin...

I hope he goes to hell, She thought maliciously. And I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope with the deepest lengths of my heart that I can just turn back time and be happy again. Forget the bloody bull I've had to go through and just know the joy of life. That, or just send me my knight and give me the fairytale we all dream of.

Hermione's eyes softened at the thought of her hopeless love life and stared longingly at the sky.

"If I wish upon a star," she began singing, "I don't care who you are, come to me and hold me tight..."

Hermione heaved a heavy sigh and felt the goose bumps of loneliness crawl down her body.

"I'll wait. For. You," she finished, whispering toward the moonless heaven.

Hermione sat on the cold side walk as the bitter, frigid 20 degree (Fahrenheit) weather lingered in the air. She looked around.

No one's awake at this hour…So much for sneaking out. I wonder if I could send a letter. To Harry? No, Ron. He's always wanted to be more involved…I always cut him out…Of course, he never listens. Hermione told herself, thoughtfully.

She stayed outside for the remaining minutes of her quiet and peaceful moments, and then finally went back inside, but with a hint of hesitation.

I know who I should send a letter to… she thought deviously.

Little miss Granger slowly, and unobtrusively, trudged back to her room, only to find a beautiful tiny white owl positioned next to a familiar snowy one, two cages separating the adorable creatures. The snowy white owl belonged to – Harry! Hermione thought as she smiled. Attached to the leg of Harry's owl was a note. Hermione swung open Hedwig's already unlocked cage and read the note quickly. It said that the tiny owl was hers and that she didn't need to pay anyone back. It was Ron's idea. It also stated that both Harry and Ron missed her and wondered how she had been over the long summer.

How sweet...Covering for Ron so that he won't get an earful for not writing to me... Hermione smiled.

After she finished the letter, Hermione sat at her dimly lit desk, and took out a piece of parchment, a quill, and her writing hand. Immediately thinking of comments and witty remarks that lingered in her head, she wrote many things that came to mind…It said:

Many sweet greetings to you, Mr. Malfoy,

A/N: I know this really sucked, and I'm sorry, I'm just not a very talented writer. I hope you'll give me reviews. I hope you like my not-so-creative story. Thank you very much for reading!

7/13/06 Edit: Okay, so this is my first chapter from quite a while ago. I thought it absolutely sucked so I tried editing it. I hope it's more pleasant to read now. Sorry about that!