Summer Before 7th year

Hermione Elizabeth Crystal Granger sat in her bedroom and wrote in her personal journal. In her journal held the secrets of her life. She often wrote poetry and songs in her journal. Tonight the song she was writing mostly described how she felt. She had changed a bit. She slipped slowly into depression after sixth year at Hogwarts. She remembered the exact day that she passed into depression.

Flashback

Hermione was walking back to the Gryffindor Common room from studying in the library. 'Yes, of course leave it to me to study all of the time!' Thought Hermione to herself as she walked. She was the same as always. Big-brown, bushy hair, 5'1" ((fairly short)), and very puny. She had no figure. But she didn't care. Looks came last to her. It was always studies first.

Hermione was walking quietly to herself when she ran into a certain platinum-blonde that she didn't want to see.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? The Mudblood without her little sidekicks? Wow. Hell must be freezing over." said Draco Malfoy with a sneer.

Hermione just glared daggers at him, "Shove it, Ferret-Face! I don't want to hear your bull-shit tonight!"

-"OOOOO, pretty harsh words for a mud blood like you! Tsk tsk tsk!"

-"What do you want, Malfoy?"

-"I just felt like torturing the ugliest person in school. And my brain suddenly thought of you!"

-"Oh, you actually have a brain, Malfoy? I'm shocked!"

-"Oh get off of it, Granger! You're hideous! You have nobody! It's no wonder your only friends are Potty and Weasel! Your hideous! No one would want to touch you let alone look at you! I'm surprised famous Harry Potter hasn't gone blind yet!"

What Draco didn't know was that he had cut her real deep just then. Was all of this true? Did everyone really feel that way about her? Hermione was close to tears. She would not give Malfoy the grace of seeing her cry. Instead Hermione just ran back to the Common Room with tears falling down her face. When she said the password and walked in she found the entire common room stop and point and giggle at her.

'So it is true? People do see me that way! Oh my GOD NO!' Hermione ran to the girls dormitory, ignoring the voices of Harry and Ron asking her what was wrong. Hermione slammed the door of the dorms and closed the curtains around her bed. Her put a spell on them so no one could come in. She wanted to be alone to her thoughts.

'What? What did I do to deserve this? Why do they judge me so?' Hermione dug through her chest at the foot of her bed until she found a blank notebook. This would be her journal from now on.

She wrote and wrote for hours. Taking up 20 pages of feelings and poetry. Mixed with a little bit of songs. She hated herself now. After she finished writing Hermione placed her journal back into her trunk but to also come across a pocket knife her brother gave to her.

She took it out and glazed it across her left wrist. It started bleeding terribly. Hermione just let it bleed for a few minutes but then said a spell that healed the wound but a scar stayed where it had been previously. She carefully put the knife away and laid in her bed. Hating herself. Hating to be Hermione Granger. Mudblood and most ugly person in Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry.

End of Flashback

Hermione laid in her bed thinking of that dredful day. After that she didn't speak to anyone. People thought that she had somehow lost her voice. She never slept and never ate much. Many recommended her go to Madame Pomfrey, but she knew it wouldn't do anything. She hated herself. She never answered any questions in class either. Malfoy found this the perfect opportunity to tease her more and more. The more he teased, the more she cut.

Finally, it got to the point that she cut her arms so much that it wouldn't heal with magic anymore. So, she had to stop cutting. But she found other ways to hurt herself.

Hermione always went to parties and got drunk. She smoked cigarettes and marijuana repeatedly. Drugs were always in her system. Mostly heroine and cocaine. She didn't know why she was hurting herself so badly. But she knew that the more she did get high and drunk, she never had to worry about her problems.

It is now one week before school resumed. Hermione had definitely changed. She now wore big low-cut black and dark blue baggy pants to hide her drugs in, shirts that barely covered her ((punk shirts)), big black sweaters, chucks and skank boots and shoes, and her hair was now a black with a tainted blue. She had several body piercings. She had her nose, tongue ears 6 x's each, eyebrow, bellybutton, and lip pierced. She also had tattoos. Three tears under her left eye, one of a dragon on the small of her back, one of a bleeding heart with a dagger through it on her shoulder blade, and one of a black spider next to her bellybutton.

Hermione had taken a turn for the worst. Her room was completely black. She only listened to metallica, punk, and rap now. Her job was to be a dancer. She danced on bars ((fully clothed like on coyote ugly)). One day when she went to work she found a Hogwarts letter saying that she had made Head-Girl. No surprise.

This year was going to be different. She was going to be the one that everyone feared. She knew how to fight and box. She was going to use everything she learned to scare everyone. Even Malfoy! She would no longer talk to Harry or Ron,. They are now nothing to her. They barely tried to talk to her when she was in depression at the end of last year. They wer too caught up with their girlfriends. Harry had Ginny and Ron had Lavender. She was pissed.
All she knew was this year was going to be an interesting one. Hermione got into bed and shut her eyes. For in less then one week she would be back at school.

((AN: HEHE! Next will be the Hogwarts express. I hope you like it. Pleaz review. I knew someone that did the same thins that Hermione did. The whole depression thing. That's how I got the story. Thanx for reading!
DracoIsMyFerret))