Chapter One: How It All Began
Hey there. My name is Hermione Granger (soon to be Weasley). I guess you've probably heard other peoples' accounts of how Ron and I got together. You know, "Once upon a time the great Harry Potter's two best friends, after a considerable deal of amusing and generally pointless arguments, realized that they loved one another and lived happily ever after in a magical place far, far away." To put it bluntly, you heard some lovey-dovey bull shit about us realizing it at the Yule Ball or during some cozy summer holiday at The Burrow. The news lies about everything. Nothing about it was easy or cozy or even very nice. It was mainly about me almost screwing up my friendship with Harry and Ron by using them and everybody else to get what I thought I wanted.
I know, I know, "Doesn't sound much like the Hermione that I know," you might say. Well if you think about it, people do the craziest things to be loved. You know, buy a whole new wardrobe, ditch all their old friends, lose their virginity, or even jump off a building (all of which I did at one time or another). There were some odd happenings at that time in my life. Need I say more than, "Intricately twisted love triangle involving Victor Krum, Ron, and I" for you to understand the full depth and breadth of my predicament? Bloody hell, the Tabloids couldn't even come up with something that good, but on the other hand I guess it would be a little farfetched even for them.
So I know that by now you're thoroughly confused, and you've got to be wondering what I'm talking about. But before I tell you, I want to give you the chance to back out, because I would hate to have you accusing me of forcing you to listen to such a sad story. So there you are, you have the chance to back out and spare yourself the tears and all the anger... and you choose not to take it. Well, don't say I didn't warn you...
So where do you want me to begin? I mean, it would be more than just a little redundant to tell you my whole life story, so I think I'll start back when I was really happy. Back before my friends distrusted me, and back before I tried to change myself. Hell, back before I could even imagine such a huge mess. The summer before my seventh year seems like a fitting place to begin, so here goes...
Hey there. My name is Hermione Granger (soon to be Weasley). I guess you've probably heard other peoples' accounts of how Ron and I got together. You know, "Once upon a time the great Harry Potter's two best friends, after a considerable deal of amusing and generally pointless arguments, realized that they loved one another and lived happily ever after in a magical place far, far away." To put it bluntly, you heard some lovey-dovey bull shit about us realizing it at the Yule Ball or during some cozy summer holiday at The Burrow. The news lies about everything. Nothing about it was easy or cozy or even very nice. It was mainly about me almost screwing up my friendship with Harry and Ron by using them and everybody else to get what I thought I wanted.
I know, I know, "Doesn't sound much like the Hermione that I know," you might say. Well if you think about it, people do the craziest things to be loved. You know, buy a whole new wardrobe, ditch all their old friends, lose their virginity, or even jump off a building (all of which I did at one time or another). There were some odd happenings at that time in my life. Need I say more than, "Intricately twisted love triangle involving Victor Krum, Ron, and I" for you to understand the full depth and breadth of my predicament? Bloody hell, the Tabloids couldn't even come up with something that good, but on the other hand I guess it would be a little farfetched even for them.
So I know that by now you're thoroughly confused, and you've got to be wondering what I'm talking about. But before I tell you, I want to give you the chance to back out, because I would hate to have you accusing me of forcing you to listen to such a sad story. So there you are, you have the chance to back out and spare yourself the tears and all the anger... and you choose not to take it. Well, don't say I didn't warn you...
So where do you want me to begin? I mean, it would be more than just a little redundant to tell you my whole life story, so I think I'll start back when I was really happy. Back before my friends distrusted me, and back before I tried to change myself. Hell, back before I could even imagine such a huge mess. The summer before my seventh year seems like a fitting place to begin, so here goes...