Just a simple Hermione Granger back-story. Set before her acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Please read and review!
Hermione Jean Granger was by no means an ordinary child. Intelligence, curiosity and contented, she seemed like the daughter every parent wishes for. By being true to her and never acting in a way that wasn't like her, it created a rare and unique beauty that most young children don't possess. In fact most fully-grown adults it was an exceptional trait to find amongst humans, because despite being the most intellectual species that have ever lived, humans tend to seek perfection where none lay (although to know that you are imperfect, but try to achieve perfection is where magnificence lies). Despite her exquisite personality, Hermione was not loved but envied by most children. What people often thought of a happy child was the complete opposite. She was constantly bullied and found it hard to make friends. She often resided in herself and just sank deeper into unhappiness. Hermione often found herself lost in a chasm of fear; she felt like she had no-one to turn to, no shoulder to cry one. She felt empty, lost and melancholy.
This was probably why she found a sense of freedom in swings.
She always wined and pined to be taken to the park, even as a baby. When her parents asked if she was going out on the weekend Hermione would say yes and habitually spent hours on the swings. The local park was only a couple of minutes away. It was a short walking distance from Hermione's house. It had two swings. Side by side, an old married couple, sitting peacefully together, overlooks the young playing gleefully. Hermione would read, write and do her homework on the cushion-soft plastic attached to the metal rings. She would have one leg stationary and the other would be a pendulum to make sure the swaying motion never ceased.
The lonely, the happy, the old and the new can all appreciate the all-familiar rocking motion, wishing; hoping for something; someone. It is not an activity that requires perfection or thought. Hermione could let herself go! She could touch the sky and pretend that she was infinite. Hermione could block out the world, put it behind a wall almost, and just live in the moment. Questions that you pondered upon are answered. You are left open to the world like a wound that is yet to heal. Children whose ignorance is bliss played with Hermione and couldn't care less about the fact that she was a know-it-all. Swings are there for you every wish. Dream. Hope. It is an object that will accept you and let you have fun. An encounter will forever be a memory that is not forgotten or clouded over by a childhood misconception. The burdens that Hermione carried were taken away and morphed into thoughts that she couldn't quite fathom. Swings, to Hermione, were the greatest of things, most of all; because they never let you grow up.
Towards the latter years of her primary school, Hermione didn't put her hand up as much. She didn't blurt out the answers. She was forced into pretending to be someone who she wasn't. She lost her irreplaceable beauty and drifted into becoming un-noticeable. Of course she still obtained her true being, however she kept it to herself.
Hogwarts was a fresh start for her. Where being different wasn't such a bad thing after all.