Hey everyone! Um well...I'm writing this story as well as The Words I've Never Said. Yeah...this idea just popped into my head one day...& I admit I have no clue as to where this is going to lead. So please just bare with me at the moment!!! =) if you like it...leave reviews...if you don't...still leave reviews...thanks – leave something to help me write the story....
I opened my eyes to the exposed light. Lying in bed never wanting to leave it; today was the day I was going back to Hogwarts.
I slowly got out of bed and walked downstairs. My mom and dad were in the kitchen; mom cooking breakfast and dad reading the paper. It was the normal things muggles do.
"Oh Hermione dear! Have some toast!" My mom said as she saw me standing there in the doorway. I made my way over to the table and sat across from my father.
"Well Hermione...today's the day! Are you excited?" He asked. Obviously he couldn't tell with the expression on my face. No I wasn't excited to go back, I didn't want to go back. Ever since Harry had his encounter with Voldemort at the Ministry of Magic last year...I never wanted to go back. I never wanted to see Harry again.
"Yes Dad! Of course I'm excited to go back!" I told him gleefully. Of course I lied, lying was part of my life now. Things changed, I changed. I'm not the old Hermione who read books in her spare time; I met new friends...who weren't into the "good" look. They were bad, really bad.
"She must be excited to go back!" My mother said while looking at my father. "She will be with all her good friends again, Harry and Ron. I bet she'll be the one to get the highest marks in her class like every other year." My mom said, then glaring at me. "She won't need to be around those people here."
My mom knew. She always knew. She knew that the girls that lived across the street were bad news, that's why she would never let me hang out with them. Until this year, when I finally realized how to lose my temper and walk out. She knew what they did. And every time she told me that they were sluts, or pot-smoking idiots, she was right. She didn't want them to ruin my good girl image.
"Mom I'm going back to Hogwarts...you have nothing to worry about." I reassured her.
"I better have nothing to worry about Hermione. You could grow up to do great things, never let anyone get in the way of that." My mom told me.
"Even if its you?" I shot back. She glared at me; she always glared at me whenever I said something I shouldn't have.
"Ugh, eat up dear." My dad told me obviously trying to change the subject. "So uh...we'll be leaving here at 10:30, I expect both of you to be ready." He finished. I ate my breakfast ignoring what my parents were saying; thinking about how miserable my life was going to be.
I went into my room and got dressed, and got my things together. I brought my trunk downstairs to where my parents were waiting.
"Oh Hermione you are not leaving the house with that on!" My mother yelled.
"Oy! I'll be waiting outside..." My father mumbled.
"What do you mean?" I yelled back. I knew perfectly what she meant. I was wearing a top that my friends thought looked cute on me...obviously it was "too revealing" to my mother.
"Hermione you look like a little whore! And you are NOT! Change your shirt right now!" She screamed. I did, as she said, not caring for what I wore to the Hogwarts Express. I walked into my room and put a new shirt on. I examined my room one last time...the posters, the bed, the pictures. The pictures of my so-called friends, I looked at it carefully. We are all smiling with a dazed look on our faces, 'I remember that night perfectly.'
Casey, Nicole, Michelle, and me. Oh god was that night fun...meeting up with a couple of older guys. The things we did in the back of that car, my mom yelled at me for hours once I came home. It was worth it, I couldn't remember a thing the next day though. Casey had to remind me of everything that went on...the smoking, drinking, and the sex. Oh god the sex was the best bit of it. Even though I still don't remember much of it, or of who it was with. But I do remember it was good, my mom thinks bad of me because of it. Somehow she thinks I have sex every time I go out...but I don't. But I let her think what sh- "'Mione lets get moving...NOW!" My mother yelled.
"Would you relax? I'm coming!" I yelled to her. I ran down the stairs and right passed her, letting her know that she needs to take my trunk.
"Hermione dear, you really should treat your mother with more respect..." My dad told me.
"More respect? What are you getting at dad?" I asked him confused, as I got in the car.
"You've been giving her a lot of attitude lately..."
"Look at it this way, I am growing up, & I am leaving for school. You have nothing to worry about..." I reassured him.
The drive to Kings Cross was possibly the worse one yet. Both my parents telling me how I should behave, and how I should excel on my tests. Once we arrived at the station I waved my parents good-bye and went through the platform.
The noise of the train seemed so familiar, yet so far away. I was now at the place I dreaded to be...
"Hermione is that you?" A voice asked. I turned around to see Ginny Weasley standing in front of me.
"Oh, hey Ginny." I said.
"Wow you've changed...in a good way of course!" She told me.
"Uh...thanks. You...you've changed too." I mumbled. "I uh should be going...you know, don't want to miss the train or anything."
"You can sit with me, Ron, and Harry." She suggested.
"Oh, uh...ok." I got my things and headed onto the train. As I walked past some compartment I saw people who I never thought about over summer. Most of them waving hello, and saying hi. Then it hit me...I was going to be with these people for quite a long time...
"Granger!" A could voice said behind me. I turned around to find two gray eyes staring back at me.
"Malfoy..." I said calmly.
"My, my. Haven't we grown..."
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"Now be polite Granger."
"Yeah, well Draco...I must get going." I said and walked into the compartment to find all heads staring upon me.
"Uh...hi guys?" I stated.
"'Mione...is that really you?" Ron asked.
"Who else would it be?" I asked him.
"Well...I don't know. You just look different." He told me.
"Ronald, I am not different!" I yelled.
"'Mione calm down, I didn't mean it like that..." He said softly.
"Right...sorry." I told him.
The train ride to Hogwarts was a living hell to me. Almost as bad as the drive here, these people were my friends, yet they knew nothing about me. I can't tell Harry how I feel about him, and how I can't be around him. I decided to keep quiet the whole way there...And to make matters worse...I'm head girl.