Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I owned Draco Malfoy.
DistanceFrom a distance the world looks blue and green,
and the snow-capped mountains white.
From a distance the ocean meets the stream,
and the eagle takes to flight.
From a distance, there is harmony,
and it echoes through the land.
It's the voice of hope, it's the voice of peace,
it's the voice of every man.
It was a week before her final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, we are of course talking about Hermione Granger, she was now 17 and had grown over the years to be a quite an attractive young lady, as her father says at least. She was looking in the mirror and disagreeing, her boobs were to big for her liking and her legs were too slender and she was too skinny, as she would say. She was short for her age, only 5'3 to be precise; she was mumbling under her breath about being a woman.
"Stupid chest, why couldn't I just be a boy, life would make more sense that way!" she said while throwing clothes around her room looking for an outfit to wear today, as she was going to Diagon Alley for school supply's. She had grown out of her robes and needed a new dress for the end of the year ball.
"Tomorrow, tomorrow, one last day of freedom until school." She grumbled, she wasn't all bookworm and teachers pet, that wasn't her life, she was more then that and she was actually quite sick of pretending she was perfect, she is Head Girl and not at all surprised. She had worked her butt off for 6 years to be someone that her father wanted her to be. Perfect. Well this year it was going to change she thought to herself as she was brushing her long chestnut hair that she had just straightened and did a hell of a good job at too. Oh and what a change it will be too. And for the first time in a while, she smiled.
Short but sweet, just a beginning; this is not my first story but my first on this site. Hope you like so far. I'm not sure when I will get next chapter up I have 2 reports due this week, review if you like I don't mind if you don't I write for enjoyment and to get my mind off of my cousin in Iraq. Love to Erik
