Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own anything dealing with Harry Potter or its characters. I do, however, own the characters that you may not recognize, i.e. Granny Hattie, Hermione's parents, and the plot. But other than that, anything you recognize without my story is own by the best author in the entire world, J.K. Rowling.

A/N: Hi, it's me again. I just wanted to say that I greatly appreciate those of you who have reviewed my stories. It means a lot to know that there are actually people out there that actually like my stories. Thanks again! You've all been great!

I sat there in the dining room, gritting in my teeth. Looking at the clock, I noticed that it had only been ten minutes since we had sat at the table, said grace, and began eating. What? Is that it? Just ten flipping minutes? Oh, this is just fan-bloody-tastic! How am I ever to get through the next fifty minutes or so alive in this unbearable silance? I'd rather be in Potions with his royal greasiness, Snape! Keep it together, 'Mione. Just keep your eyes down, eat your dinner, and don't say a word until someone speaks to you first. But at the rate things are going, hopefully nobody will say anything and I can get out of here just fine.

"So, Hermione, how are things at Hogwarts?" CRAP! NOOOOOO! LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU CRAZY WOMAN! I looked up at Granny Hattie and smiled meakly.

"Oh, it's been going great," I replied. At least I can take comfort in the fact that at least that much was true. My grandmother, ironic as it may seem, has a great sense of when someone is lying to her. For some reason, though, she also has a way of hearing what she wants to hear. She can totally twist your words around to make them sound like the exact opposite of what you meant. This is what she did to my father a lot.

"Yes," agreed my mum, eager to keep this 'conversation' going. "Professor Dumbledore informs me that she is at the top of her class."

"Well, that is marvales, darling," smiled Granny Hattie. "I knew you would be. After all, science has proven that a child's intelligence does come from your mothers side of the family." She smiled at me and my mother and then went back to her dinner. Okay, that was a low blow. Yes, science has proven that, yet she didn't have to say it the way she did. Some people would have said it in a completely innocent and joking way, but not Granny Hattie. Every word that escaped her mouth was filled with sincerity and, often times, venom and scorn.

"Well, I must admit, Dan here does help Hermione a lot in her summer work when she needs it," said my mom in an effort to defend my father. Go mum.

"Does he?" sneered Granny Hattie. He looked at my dad like he was up to something and she needed to know what it was. "I'm sure he does do good every now and again!" Everything happened so fast, it almost felt like a dream. My dad slammed his fist down on the table and jumped up, nearly knocking his chair over. I swear I saw smoke come out of his head as it would on a train.

"Damn it, Hattie, is nothing I do good enough for your family?" he shouted. "You act like I am the lowest of the low! Is it because of Hermione and her being a witch? I bet you blame me for her being one, don't you? Well you know what? I don't care! I couldn't be more proud of my daughter!"

"She is bound to be set apart from good society because of her abnormality!" shouted Granny Hattie, who had also jumped to her feet. "I've told you so many times to giver her normal schooling so she can interact with normal girls and boys and not be set apart from the rest because she is a freaky witch!"

"See what I mean, Rebecca?" my dad yelled at my mum. "She treats our daughter as if she has some horrible disease and the only cure is for her to ignore it!"

"Mother, I never knew you felt like that and quite frankly I can't believe what I am hearing from you," said my mum in shock, anger rising in her voice as well.

"Well it's true, and don't you start yelling at me too," spat Granny Hattie. She turned to my dad. "And as a matter of fact I DO blame you for this," she said, pointing to me. "No one in my family has ever had anything like that happen to them and if only she just pretend that she doesn't have it, hopefully she'll grow out of it!"

"You can't grow out of being a witch or wizard," I said through clenched teeth. I couldn't take it anymore. "And I don't WANT to ignore it and I dont WANT to grow out of it. If you can't accept that, then I no longer wish to be your grand-daughter!" I stormed out of the dining room.

"Well with that attitude, you might GET YOUR WISH!" she shouted after me.

"Hermione, wait..." I ignored my parents and just ran from the house. The last thing I heard was the sound of my father, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"YOU SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE, YOU CRAZY OLD HAG!" Once I had activated the portkey, I began to cry and could not hear anything more of my family or their arguments.

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By this time, it had started to rain. Just great. This is all I needed. A stupid cliche to reflect how I feel inside. As I rushed up to the castle, the sounds of my pounding feet against the pavement lost in the sounds of thunder and rain, I began to cry out loud. I don't care who sees me at this point. Undoubtedly everyone is asleep. Tomorrow is a Quidditch match, after all. And as I rushed into the Great Hall, I saw that no one was left. I don't want to disturb Harry or Ron because they both have to play tomorrow. So, without knowing really where I was going, I made my way through the many corridors of the school until I ran right into someone. The last person I expected, acually. I looked up and gasped through my tears.

"Draco?"