The Thin Line Between Love and Hate

Hey everyone. Here's the beginning to my story called "The Thin Line Between Love and Hate". I hope you like it! If I don't update very often, just keep pestering me until I do :) The next one should be in about a week to two weeks (unless I throw out another chapter tonight. I'm debating on writing or playing Family Feud haha). This is a really different story than others I've read so I hope you guys aren't too weirded out. Hermione will not be like this throughout the entire story, but at one pooint this is how low her character gets. This story will be Draco/Hermione but I might make it Ron/Hermione before we get to the DHr. Just thinking about it! Any ideas, comments, whatever is appreciated!

Disclaimer: I don't own HP yadda, yadda, yadda

Chapter 1 - When a Person Turns to Wrong

Sometimes, don't you just feel like you're not good enough? Like whatever you do is scrutinized to the point that there's no point in even trying anymore? That's how I'm starting to feel. Hopeless, lost, stupid. My life has gotten to the point where it's like I'm a spectator looking through a closed window at everything. I can no longer make my own choices, I can no longer hold my head high and say I'm proud to be who I am because I don't even know who that is anymore.

Who am I? Such small words, with such a large meaning when put together. Most people would think that I would be able to answer: I am Hermione Granger, a 16 year old wicth that goes to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. My best friends are Ronald Weasley - a red headed, hot headed, lazy, quidditch loving dolt whom I love to bits and Harry Potter - a black haired, green eyed, easy going, quidditch loving Boy Who Lived whom I also love to bits. I am the top of my class, a prefect, and to some I am a "mudblood". The list here could go on forever.

That is the typical definition of who all think is Hermione. Who am I though, you ask? I do not know, but I do know that: I am Hermione Devreaux, a 16 year old wicth that goes to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. My best friends are Ron Weasley, a red headed, hot headed, lazy, quidditch loving dolt whom I love to bits and Harry Potter, a black haired, green eyed, easy going, quidditch loving Boy Who Lived whom I also love to bits. I am the top of my class, a prefect, and to some I am a "mudblood". I am not who everyone thinks I am. I have been adopted as the daughter of the most feared being in the wizarding world as my parents died serving him. I am lost in a world that either doesn't want me or wants me too much. My life is in shatters with nothing to put me back together.

Other than that, I know not who I am. I don't know why I'm here, why I'm loved, why I'm hated, why I sit for hours trying to find the answers to find out who I am. It's all become useless. My life is not important. I am not important. I am one voice yelling in the song of millions, a voice that no one can hear. My actions have become insignificant, I have done nothing and will do nothing. I am just a woman who is lost, cold and confused.

I know that you're thinking that I am overly dramatic, and I guess to a certain extent I am. Do not judge though, until you have heard all that I have to say. I've lost everything and it's all because of one person, if you would even call him that. He does not deserve to be what he is and I swear, he will not live long enough to do all he plans. I will destroy him and I will destroy all those who follow him. I have no sympathy for their families, their sons, their daughters, their wives and husbands. They killed my parents. They killed them and left a daughter. They killed my mum, my dad. They killed a husband and a wife. I will kill theirs. They deserve nothing less. I deserve nothing more.

Here's my story. Don't judge until you've read it all. Remember, you don't know me.