Deliver me- nevermind

Hermione walked into school feeling rather good about herself. Unfortunately it didn't last very long. First and Second years are notorious for stating the truth in mean and nasty ways, they always seem to validate your worst fears. Every teacher knows that you should never take anything a student says to heart. They say things that should not be said and sometimes just to be mean. Hermione knew this but sometimes it just doesn't help to know when you self-esteem is low and you confidence is teetering on the edge. So any hopes of Hermione ever making a move on anyone ended with her first day back after the shopping trip.

Professor Granger, are you pregnant?

Professor Granger how old are you 40?

Professor Granger you always look like you want to hit someone.

Professor Granger you have ugly clothes.

All in the span of two classes these things were said and not by Slytherin. Hermione left for home in a bad mood, with a headache, and the opinion that she might as well put a lock and key on her knees because no one would ever want them open. To top it off it seemed her mom was always in a good mood and bringing up things she didn't want to talk about. If she had to hear one more reference to how gullible she was, she was going to scream. Every mistake, every decision, every thing that had ever happened to her it was because she was easily manipulated, too trusting and from the sounds of it down right stupid. Evidently Hermione hadn't made a decision in the past ten years, at least not in her mom's opinion, although it was common knowledge who ran the household when she was still married and it wasn't Draco.

Hermione flopped down on her bed and covered her head with the pillow. A total of two seconds went by before her mom was in the room going on and on about dinner. 'Why can't she make the decision herself. Why do I have to make all the decisions in this house. It's just like living with Draco, only now I have two Draco's instead of one. I have got to get my own place.'

The rest of the school year went by and Hermione kept her eyes on the stone floor, unless she was in class. She held no animosity toward the students, they were kids, kids say things. She had convinced herself that she was not going to socialize with anyone though. She stayed away from Harry and Ginny, Ron and Neville and she stayed as far away as possible from Severus. She wasn't ready for anything. No matter what everyone else said. She just wanted to be left alone. More than anything she wanted some peace and quiet away from kids, all kids, hers and other peoples. So the Easter bunny episode went unmentioned by all parties and soon Hermione wasn't even sure if it had happened.

Hermione got home from work and opened the mail. It was almost time for her classes to start and she still hadn't registered. In the first envelope was her registration form. She grabbed the next letter, from the ministry and opened it.



"What do you mean, why do I have to take these classes?"

"These are the ones you need in order to finish the degree."

"I wanted to be done this summer. They are not even offering half of these classes for either summer term. How am I suppose to take the classes?"

"You'll just have to take them another semester."

"Why do I have to take an elective? Isn't that a little bit ... excessive? I mean wouldn't all the transfiguration classes I took cover any electives?"

"Apparently not. Let me look it up. Alright, it says here you need to take an elective in something other than charms and transfiguration." The girl behind the desk smiled sweetly at her. Hermione wanted to choke the life out of the skinny little blonde.

"Fine, is there any other way I can take these other classes without it being at the college?"

"Well, if there is a workshop and we pre-approve it and it is relevant to what you need to take then you can do that instead." Hermione stared at the girl until she finally stopped smiling. Hermione just turned on her heel and walked to the apparition chamber. She went directly to the college. She already knew what classes she wanted, she only hoped that they were not filled up. History of charms and wrist movements were both open, now she just had to find a damn elective class. Arithmancy was closed, defense classes were closed, broom riding for idiots was closed. The only two electives that were open were divination and potions, advanced potions actually. By professors admittance only. Great. Hermione went to sign up for it. She had the closest thing to perfect scores in potions at Hogwarts, granted it had been awhile, hopefully not too long. She went to the registrar. A very old man sat on a tall stool and students handed their requests to him. He then put it into a hat, there were different hats for each type student. Freshman, sophomore, returning education, re-certification. That was Hermione, re-certification. She handed the request to him and waited for the inevitable, go see the professor. When the note popped up from the hat like a toaster he handed it to Hermione. The registration card said approved by professor. It gave her the room number and the class meeting times. She would get her book list later. 'Must have just been a technicality to scare off students'. She shrugged her shoulders and walked off. She now had three classes to look forward too and they started in about a week. Hermione walked to the apparition point and didn't notice any of the appreciative glances she was receiving from the college guys, and a couple of Professors.