A/n: i'm re-posting this story for a friend cuz shes not writing on anymore.

Hermione woke up steadily and easy to the morning sun. Everyone knew Hermione's birthday was in September but her parents always celebrated it in August. And the party would always be on August 15, which was today. Hermione smiled as she kicked her baby blue sheets off of her. She practically skipped to the bathroom in joy. In September she would be turning 17. She would finally become of age. 'I could just imagine what I can do' she thought. Hermione took a shower and brushed her teeth. She took some floss and mouth wash to her bedroom. 'Damn dental parents' she thought a little annoyed.

Over the summer, Hermione decided to change. She wanted a new look for her final year at Hogwarts. She used every potion and spell she knew to try and straighten her hair. Finally, she had found the right potion and straightened her hair. With her newly straightened hair, she was able to put her hair in a high ponytail with ease. Hermione got dressed in a short jean skirt with a pink sequin flower in the back and a black tank top that hugged all of her upper curves.

Hermione pulled on her trainers and skipped down the stairs. She saw her parents were not in the living room. She smiled. 'Probably out back setting up the party' she thought happily. She went to the back yard and that was empty too. All that was there were two large trees and a hammock in between the trees. Hermione was puzzled now. She went over to the hammock and sat down. 'Where are they?' Then, Hermione heard some voices in a distance. She smiled widely and tip-toed back into the house.

She passed the kitchen silently and peaked into the livingroom. She saw her parents standing in the middle of the room talking. "Honestly Ryan! She needs to go. If we don't tell her, she'll have to go." her mother said to her father. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Emma, we can't tell her. You know that. She'll hate us." Hermione's father tried to reason. Emma shook her head. "No. Then she's out. She's a woman now. I left my parents house when I was 17."

"That's the thing! She is not 17 yet." Ryan said. Emma shook her head, "I do not expect her to be here next summer. She needs to go and explore the world." Ryan rolled his eyes. "Yeah right. Just now you said she had to go because we didn't tell her. Now you want to go to 'explore' the world?" Emma threw her arms into the air. "We'll have to find all the excuses in the world to tell her when we say she has to go. And go today at that." Ryan looked at his wife with wild eyes. "Today? Are you crazy!" Emma shook her head again and walked passed him, "You find her and tell her, I'll go find some spare boxes and bags."

Hermione ran out the house and jumped onto the hammock. Unfortunately, when she jumped onto the hammock, it did flips and she landed on the floor. "Ow!" she said, rubbing her arms and back. "Hey Hermione, your father wants to speak to you" Emma called at her. "Thanks mum" Hermione said. She slowly and cautiously got up from the grass and went back into the house. She really didn't want to go at all.

Walking into the livingroom, Hermione saw her father rubbing his temples on the couch. "Dad?" Hermione asked. Ryan looked up and his daughter and smiled weakly. "Hey you. You look beautiful" he said. She smiled as well. "Thanks." She walked over to the couch and sat next to her father. "Mum said you wanted to talk to me." Her nodded, looking at the floor. "Hermione, you are almost 17 and your mother and I know that in...your world, 17 is when you come of age. And your mother and I think it's best that you...move out."

Hermione knew this was coming but she pretended to be surprised. "Move? Why? I didn't do anything." she said. Ryan took her hand in his and looked at her. "We know you didn't do anything. You're perfect, but your mother-and I think that it's best that you explore the world. Meet new people, see new things. You know?" Hermione shook her head lightly, "No, I don't know. And I don't understand. What are you and mum not telling me?"

Ryan sighed. "Please Hermione, understand-" Hermione snatched her hand away and stood up. "No. I don't want you to explain. You'll just go off the point. If you want me to move out, fine. I'll leave. Don't expect me to come back." Hermione marched upstairs to her room and saw that her mother had already made a few trips to her room. Boxes and bags were thrown everywhere. And even a few things were put away.

"My God" she mumbled to herself.She put all of her things away in the boxes and bags. She taped the boxes closed and tied the bags tightly. Piling two boxes and a bag in her arms, Hermione walked downstairs and passed her distraught father to the front lawn. Emma, was already out there, opening Hermione's Range Rover's doors and trunk. Hermione placed the boxes and bag down on the floor and looked at her mother.

"Did I do something?" Hermione asked, tears in her eyes. Emma shook her head. "Your father and I just think it's-" "-Best? You and dad think it's best? To kick me out of the house on the day that was supposed to be a happy day for me?" Emma looked away and gave Hermione the keys. "When you leave, make sure you drive safely." "Whatever" Hermione said. Hermione packed the rest of her things into the car and took off without a goodbye to her parents.

For hours, Hermione looked for an apartment of some sort. She decided to stop at the Leaky Cauldron for the night. "Miss Granger, how nice to see you. The summer isn't over yet, why are you here," Tom asked. Hermione managed a weak smile and shook her head. She went upstairs to her room and plopped down on the bed. "Man I hate this. I hate everything. Screw the fucking world." Hermione said. She closed her eyes to get some sleep.

A/N: You like? You hate? Tell me.