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Chapter 2: A Rich life
Hermione remembered what had followed afterwards; it had amazed her that her mother had really been that stupid. Boris was a PIMP! And it just so happened that her idiot mother had fallen in love with him. She had been disappearing so much because somewhere amidst her grief (Hermione thought) she had become a heroin addict and to pay for it her dealer ordered her to take up prostitution.
Hermione could really see how her mother was drawn to him. He looked fantastic. Chocolate brown hair and startling green eyes (actually pretty similar to Harry's), he had a perfect tan and amazingly white teeth that gleamed like pearls every time he raised his perfectly carved lips to smile that smile, that beautiful smile that melted every girls heart that he'd ever come across.
And how rich he was! His large mansion could even have put the queen to shame, looking like a modern playboy castle, with all of his little sluts flaunting their naked bodies in every room and hallway inhabitable. It made Hermione sick! The prostitutes never had to lower themselves to the common broads who found their customers on corners, they never had to leave the mansion, all the work was done right there while Boris could supervise.
Boris treated her great as well, she had one of the biggest rooms in the house and Boris let her paint it dark blue and black (her favorite colors) he even bought her a whole new wardrobe of clothes of her choice! Ever since moving in with Boris Hermione had had nothing but the best, that is, until he found out that she wouldn't slut herself out for him as well. Then he became abusive and all her mother would do was throw her an occasional pathetic gaze full of sympathy. Yuck!
Hermione finished walking up the stairs and went into her room. On her bed there were at least a hundred letters from Ginny, Harry and Ron, she sneered at them and looked away. They hadn't even guessed that something was wrong. They didn't know her dad was dead, that she lived in pimp paradise hotel and they didn't see past her lame excuses about her cuts and bruises. They disgusted her.
She walked over to her mirror to take in her appearance. With a few simple spells she'd managed to de-frizz her hair so that it fell in smooth ringlets about her shoulders, and she'd also managed to dye it permanently black so that she'd never have to do root touch ups. Over the summer her legs had become long and shapely, her hips and widened while her waist grew narrower and her breasts had developed into something that even most of the sluts she was living with had reason to be jealous of.
But no, Hermione never flaunted her looks; never used her deep-seeded hatred to become something she'd hate. But drugs and alcohol were completely different to prostitution. Hermione now drank on a regular basis; she was the regular party animal. Thanks to Boris her newfound status in the muggle world was great and she was automatically the coolest person in whatever room she stepped foot. But Hermione didn't really care about the muggle world it was the wizarding society that she wanted control of and the first step would be Hogwarts. After this year she' never have to return to her disgusting mother and greasy step dad.
This year at Hogwarts she wouldn't be her shy bookwormish self, she'd walk by her admirers with poise, talk with the voice or seduction and gesture with the grace of evil. Oh yes, they'd never know what hit them…
Okay now I know I promised a way longer chapter but forgive me it's my first fic and I'm just warming up. The next chapter will hopefully be longer. The next chapter Hermione's going back to Hogwarts…