Hermione Sets the Stage
Hello, my name is Hermione Granger. I, um, this is my seventh year at Hogwarts. I am the Head Girl of Hogwarts. Uh, I don't know what else you want me to tell you. Oh, my age and stuff like that? Ok. Sure.
I am seventeen right now, and my parents are both dentists. I'm Muggleborn, coming from a very respectable family, yessir, indeed, don't give me that kind of look. That's very degrading of you – considering how you're supposed to be someone that's keeping the peace and yet, there you go, making a face when I say that I'm Muggleborn –
Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to run off on a tangent. But you should be careful of your looks, mister!
Anyway. Well, I still don't know what you want me to say. Usually, I'm very precise and very book smart, and Harry and Ron make fun of me for that. NEWTS are coming up and I've been studying my bum off for it. I've been studying extensively for Potions. There's logic in it, mixing and brewing, rather than swishes and flicks and incantations. But of course, I'm quite skilled in that area, as well, if I may admit.
My best friends are Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. For seven years, we have been trying to fend off Voldemort, and each year, Harry is always just able to come out alive. I've been trying to help in as much way as possible, but it's been so stressful. Sometimes I feel as if I haven't been doing enough. And Harry has been so stressed lately – he hardly sleeps, hardly eats, but that's probably because of…um…well, what's been happening for the past couple of months. I know it's unfair to him, but I've just been so worried!
My ring? Well, my ring is…no, sir, I'm not thinking of excuses! Oh, how dare you! I would walk out this door if it weren't for the fact that this is for the good of Harry! How dare you accuse me of thinking of lies! In fact, I'll tell you right now what this ring is! Draco gave it to me. As a promise ring. He gave it to me right before I came here. We're going to get married one day.
Delusional? I am not delusional! How dare you! Yes, Draco Malfoy. What other Draco do you know of? Of course I'm getting snarky with you, you bloody bum! First, you give me dreadful looks when you find out that I'm Muggleborn! Then, you insult me by saying that I'm lying! And then you DARE to say that I, HERMIONE GRANGER, am CRAZY for getting married to DRACO MALFOY. I am not insane!
Draco has changed. You wouldn't know because you haven't been with him.
I have.
For how long? Long enough to know that my decision is right and final. There is no mistake. Draco and I will be married one day. The only ones that knew of my relationship with him was Harry and Ginny. I did not tell Ron; I was too scared. I was too scared that this information would break our loyalties to the trinity.
But, he did find out. He eventually found out. And all of Hogwarts found out, but I don't think Professor Dumbledore was quite so surprised.
You want me to start from the beginning? From the beginning of this week? Sure, I'll start there. Just no more nasty look, mister, or else I will not be held accountable for any further actions.
It all started when Draco proposed to me.
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