A/N: I do not own any Harry Potter. I only own this plot.
Oblivion CH. 3HERMIONE POV
Some woman wants to ask me some questions, why couldn't they just leave me to die like I wanted to?
"Okay dear, what's your full name and age?" the nurse asked.
" Hermione MariEmilia Granger and I'm 17."
The questions continued until the nurse spoke once more.
"We're going to refer you to a physiatrist so you can have someone to talk to."
"What! I'm not going to any fucking shrink!" Oh, I will NOT go to any shrink at all. I'm perfectly fine; I do not need to go. I can handle myself and I really want to get this job done, I can't stand life anymore.
"Calm done miss, all we can do is refer you. It's your choice on whether you go or not."
"Well, I'm not, and I'm leaving right now. Sign my release forms please!"
And, I left.
DRACO
"This year, I want you to beat that mudblood at everything," Lucius yelled as he hit Draco with a whip leaving a scar that blended with all the others making an almost morbid painting.
"Yes father," Draco whispered with what breath he had left.
"What did you say boy?"
"I said yes father" Draco finished this louder sentence with large, gasping breaths as his father kicked him in the ribs, possibly breaking some.
"This is your last year left to prove that you're ready to take the Dark Mark." Lucius left the dungeon room cackling at his beaten son.
DRACO POV
I hate that son of a bitch father that is a disgrace to the wizarding world. I don't care that we're pureblood; he's still a disgrace. Hell, even the Weasley's are better than him. At least they show up front all they are. Being a Malfoy isn't all its cracked up to be. Some days I wish I would just die, then I would be happy. Only one week left until September 1st…
HERMIONE'S POV
I can't believe those fucking nurses tried to send me to a shrink, they don't work anyway. Been there done that, and I'm not going back. What's so bad about not wanting to deal with things? It's not like there's anyone else being hurt. I wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for my neighbors continually barging in and finding me. I think that's become their new hobby. Let's see, this is the 14th time I'm attempted it and they found me 13 of those times, Harry and Ron the other. I think I'll go shopping tomorrow.
END POV
Hermione heads to her house she bought with the money her parents left her when they left for America forever. They left her $500,000, considerably a small amount as to what they took with them. They hadn't needed to work, they just did it to seem normal and have fun playing with all the dentist stuff. She doesn't mind living alone even though she's only 17. Her last year at Hogwarts and things couldn't be worse. She's tired of being known as the same, bushy haired, third-wheel of the Golden Trio.
Hermione walks into her living room through her front door. Her living room has red walls and a black ceiling that's covered in glow-in-the-dark stars and moons. The ceiling light is black light that is right above her black coffee table. Her entire furniture set was black with something that glowed in the dark.
Mione went up the stairs and into her bedroom to find some clothes to change into after her shower. Her bedroom with hot pink walls and black ceiling had a black bed covered in pink silk sheets. Yes, Hermione could live a luxurious life if she wanted to.
The shower could be heard running and steam could be felt all through the upstairs hallway. As Hermione first entered the shower, she winced as the water drenched her recent cuts not quite scabbed over yet. She looked down and counted all the scars with each a memory. She shook her head and grabbed the vanilla plum shampoo on a shelf.
Hermione still couldn't forget the voice of Draco Malfoy she thought she heard. It sort of freaked her out.
HERMIONE POV
"Tomorrow will be better." I said to myself.
I'm going to get a makeover and get new clothes. I'm going to change my style all together. There's no excuse for not looking you best. If I have to live in this miserable world, I might as well make the best of it and have all the fun I can.
I quickly muttered a drying spell on my hair, got dressed in my pink tank top and black aeropostle pants, and went downstairs. I pulled out my favorite book Hogwarts: A History and snuggled up on my black leather couch to read the newest edition of the continually evolving book. After six chapters, I put it up and trudged up the stairs and fell asleep after plopping down on my bed.
DRACO POV
Tomorrow I'm going to go to Diagon Ally to buy new school stuff. Maybe Hermione will be there; I really want to know if she's okay. That dream freaked me out. Maybe I should change my style tomorrow too? Just maybe…
I made my way down three floors to the kitchen. I had earlier fixed all my injuries. With my father, you learn a lot of medical tricks.
I got a peanut butter sandwich, folded style and a caprisun- Pacific Cooler. These are in my muggle food stash. Father would kill me if he found it. After finishing both, I went back those three floors to my bedroom. Tomorrow will be a busy day, got to get sleep. I laid down and pulled my black cotton sheets up to my waist. In exactly 3.8 seconds, I was asleep.
HERMIONE POV
I woke up to the sound of my alarm playing my newest Good Charlotte CD, the Chronicles of Life and Death (death version). I picked up my school list that had been delivered yesterday, along with my Head Girl badge that was no surprise to me. There are a lot of books needed this year as we'll be taking the N.E.W.T.S. and those always suck.
I walked into my closet and picked out the closest to what style I'm shopping for today. A black tank top with black capris that have straps crossed in to back. I pulled on some knee high black and pink socks along with my black Chuck Taylor's. Mine had pink flame shoe strings on one foot and blue flames on the other. This was the style I liked but my mom never let me wear anything like this. I haven't been shopping since last year and that was before they left.
For the final touch to my outfit, I put on my Slytherin tie I bought at Diagon Ally last year. I would love to be in Slytherin but the stupid sorting hat put me in Gryffindor. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Bushy, brown hair faced me. I've so got to do something about that.
I went to the closet in the bathroom and pulled out a book that was also purchased last year. A New Witchy You was the name of it. The index said everything with hair was in the 5th chapter so I flipped to it. Hmm…what color should I make it? First I'm making it straight.
"Caesaries Correctio!" A/N: I did my best for Latin translations. Forgive my mistakes
My hair was suddenly stick straight and hung down to my butt. Now I need a hairstyle. Maybe in layers, let me find it and try it. There's always the undo spell if I don't like it. Okay…
"Propago!"
Awesome, I like this, and now I can look for the right color. Defiantly black, but I don't want it too plain.
"Aquilus -a –um!"
Now, with jet-black hair, I look like a completely different person. I want something different or something more.
"Virga Pink!"
Oh yeah! Now I pink streaks. I look awesome!
Let's flip to piercings…Chapter 35. I gave myself a nose piercing, an eyebrow, five on each ear, a belly button, lip and tongue piercing. I didn't know I could look this good. Now its time to go shopping…
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