Here is the second part of the story…from Hermione's point of view…it is the second verse of Moving On by Rascal Flats as well…

It's all about the JKR…

I've lived in this place...
and I know all the faces
Each one is different...
but they're always the same
They mean me no harm but it's time that I face it...
They'll never allow me to change...

Hermione hated weddings. There had been so many of them recently. When the war had ended, those who had survived had gotten caught up in the euphoria of being able to plan for a future again…a future that, for the first time in a long time, seemed full of possibilities.

Hermione, however felt different…she felt lost. Her entire family had been killed in revenge by the last of the Death Eaters before they were put into prison. And after the actions of the Ministry during the war and the lies and deceit surrounding the death of Dumbledore, she had lost her faith in the last lifeline she had held onto…her faith in the Wizarding world.

After all she had done and seen, she knew she could no longer hide in her books. She would never be able to be that perfect little Gryffindor, the brains behind the Golden Trio. She had finally come to except this about herself…unfortunately no one else did.

She was constantly offered positions in top research facilities to 'look things up' for them. Random strangers who recognized her on the street would shake her hand and thank her for being so smart and figuring it all out. She wanted to scream at them… 'I didn't figure anything out…I still haven't…I don't know anything for sure anymore…'

In a fit of rebellion, Hermione had drastically changed her look in an effort to get the point across to people the she was not the same girl anymore. She had gone to a muggle salon in SoHo and let them go to town on her. Gone was the bushy hair and baggy clothes. Her short black hair with red spiked tips gave her an edgy look she liked. Her clothes had changed as well to suit her new look. Tighter black jeans and fitted red or black t-shirts were her clothes of choice now. She also had a large collection of jewelry…particularly rings…that she took to wearing all the time.

Despite all these changes, even her friends were determined to still see her as the bookish, boring know it all. Hermione had started hanging out in muggle London clubs, desperate for company that didn't know her or her past. She also had taken to looking at travel magazines and wondering what adventures would lay in those far away lands. But there was always another event, another ceremony she just had to be at, and always another blasted wedding…

At least it was Tonks and Remus…they deserved their happiness and her support. In fact, it was Tonks who had suggested the idea of a makeover to Hermione when she had been expressing some jealousy over the Metaphorphmangus ability to change on a whim. Hermione had always been grateful of the support she had always gotten from Tonks, Remus…and Sirius.

Sirius was one person she felt would truly understand. So much had changed for him as well, in ways she knew she could never imagine. She had not seen much of him since the end of the war. He had been busy campaigning for the clearing of his name at the Ministry. In fact the only time she could remember spending any time in his presence recently was when Tonks, Remus, and Sirius had all gotten drunk with her on the anniversary of her parent's death. It was Sirius who had offered her a place to live with the three of them when she could not deal with staying in her parent's house any longer. She found herself spending more and more time with them as apposed to Harry and Ron…who seemed too busy to spend time with her now that the war was over…unless of course they needed some research done…

But I never dreamed home would end up...
where I don't belong...

Remus and Tonks looked so happy. Hermione sighed and took another sip of wine… She wondered if she should just get off her ass and leave to find her own happiness. It sure as hell wasn't coming to her…

"May I have this dance?" said a voice behind her. Hermione turned around to see Sirius standing next to her with a hopeful smile…

Hermione smiled back and took his hand…maybe, just maybe…things were looking up…

I'm Moving On...

There you go folks…let me know what you think…not a whole lot of reviews on this one…does it suck? I am going to write it anyway so naner, naner, naner!!

Dye