AN: Here's Chapter 2
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September 1
My name is Hermione Granger Riddle. Well usually I drop the Riddle part so people wont know that my dad is heir to Riddle Corp. If it was publically known then I would most likely be kidnaped or something odd like that. It's just easier to go by Granger. Well anyway, I live with my dad, Tom Riddle. My mum is long gone, thank god. She was a heinous bitch but that's another story. So its just my daddy and me. Every now and ten my grandfather will come around, that's not always the best thing. He's a cold-hearted greedy bastard, but I still respect him, I often blame his insanity on his name. If Voldemort was my name I'd be angry and mean too. My dad and I aren't really that close, he always works, and he has this flawless image of me that im too scared to break. He's thinks I'm the perfect young lady. He doesn't know that I sing and play guitar in my band. He doesn't know I have done almost every illegal drug there is and that I drink often and I usually can't go more than a few hours with out a cigarette. No, the only bad thing I've ever done in his eyes was spill my paint tin when I was 7. I'd like very much to keep it that way. I have two absolute best friends in the entire world. Harry Potter, who has been my neighbor since I was four, and Ron Weasley, who lives down the street. They are actually my band mates as well. Gods I love them to death. Those lucky buggers get to go to Hogwarts High, a public school while I'm stuck at Slytherin Academy. Hell would be putting it nicely. It's just me and my other good friend Pansy Parkinson against the mob that is the brainless generation of bimbos. Oh well, I have to stop writing now because I have to get downstairs and eat something before Pansy picks me up. It's the first bloody day of school today. Hmmm did I mention that Harry likes blokes, it's a shame for many around the world, he is quite handsome.
- H.G.R.
Carefully placing her purple journal in the top shelf of her bookshelf she grinned at the picture of her with Ron and Harry. Walking over to her full length mirror, she fixed her dark green pleated skirt that was lined with silver and black. Her black knee socks and black cardigan with silver trim over a white colored shirt completed her uniform. Her insanely curly brown hair was in two braids, She put on her thick framed glasses, she looked like the picture perfect nerd.
Grabbing her book bag and slinging it over her shoulder and pranced downstairs humming a tune that was stuck in her head.
Walking into the kitchen she saw her father pouring himself a cup of coffee
"Good Morning father: she said quietly.
"Good Morning Hermione" he replied mechanically.
She was used to this. He usually ignored her, it was like an unspoken agreement between them. He only played father when absolutely necessary. Hell she had to learn what a period was from Harry's mum, and that was after she panicked and thought she was going to die.
Her dad was a quiet and calculating man, he had gotten his gold digging wife pregnant when they were 18. She had forgotten to take the pill and mainly that's how Hermione was brought about. They didn't love each other enough to want a kid together.
But when Hermione's mum did the unspeakable, he took Hermione and left, leaving the dirty slag with nothing. Its no wonder why he never really connected with his daughter.
Although Hermione had to admit, every now and then they had those fun moments that she can look back upon and say that her dad can show feeling.
Sipping her tea, she was startled to see her father walk back into the kitchen towards her.
"Hermione, I am going to Rome tonight for an important business meeting. I've already sorted it out with the Potters. You will be staying the week and weekend with them. You know how to contact me if there is an emergency" he said looking at his daughter sternly. She nodded meekly in response.
He often wondered why his daughter was so shy. She reminded him of a lost mouse, the only friends he knew she had were the neighborhood boys and the one girl from Slytherin.
Sighing in disappointment he strode out of the kitchen after patting her head.
Before Hermione could contemplate what happened, she heard a loud car horn and immediately grabbed her muffin and dashed out the door.
'I cant wait to drive' she thought to herself slamming the door behind her.
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