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Note from the Author:

Haha, wow this is meant to be long but not sure how it looks like on this site so fingers crossed it's not too short.

I'm not use to doing 3rd person narrative because I prefer being more subjective with the main characters so the readers can relate but it's more flexible for this story so I have no choice.

I do, in fact have another user on this site but I've abandoned it because the stories there are beyond repair and so forth.

I would be most happy if I get reviews and I WILL write more if that's the case :)

Enjoy!

Chapter One

'The only subject I have no knowledge of is love'

Hermione Jean Granger, was perched upon her windowsill reading her new Potions book casually, which was still polished navy blue with pages in fit state despite the careless flickering from the owner countless times over the summer holidays.

The sky was creeping to a dark washed up gradient of greys and black, as Hermione hefted a sigh and clasped the book shut. Pondering the final words of the book as if the thoughts of studying wanted to cling on a little while longer. No, Hermione thought, enough is enough, She knew all too well that studying all through the day and the evening wouldn't help soak in the information without a clear long break in the middle of it. So, with that final thought in mind, she plodded down the stairs feeling no need to silence her steps, and entered the living room which had a tranquil feel to the atmosphere making her feel soothed and ready to take in that break of hers.

Her parents were settled side by side on the loveseat watching the News. It so seemed to Hermione, her parents were taking in the peaceful state and were roaming in their own world rather than watching the buzzing News which illustrated many disasters and mishaps, as usual, Hermione thought annoyingly and settled herself to making tea in the quickly darkening kitchen.

As the kettle started with fresh new water that just been filled up, it happily steamed and hissed pleasantly until it was enough to boil the contents.

"Hermione how's your studying? Liking the new books?" Her mum questioned quietly as if not to wake up a baby. She hovered over the sink and started to rinse and wash the dishes.

"They're great!" Hermione started excitingly. And they really were, especially how now she could learn much more advanced topics in Year Six.

"I tried to read the whole Potions book today so I could fit in all the rest of the books for the other days, I got a quarter of it left." Feeling ridiculously proud of herself.

Her mum turned and smiled in return. "You should take a break once in a while, Hermione, Dear."

"I am now, I'm making tea-"

"No, honey, a real break, a proper one." she smiled again, helplessly. "One, with some friends." and with that she stopped the washing completely to set her full attention on her daughter.

"Mum, Harry's with his uncle and auntie and you know how they are. And Ron, Ron is well you know how big his family is, I'd be a burden, going there so often."

Hermione's mum patted her shoulder sympathetically and turned to the wall behind her where the calendar drooped from it's dented nail.

"A girl from Hogwarts called today, she said she knew you, Lavender Brown?"

"L-Lavender? Well I suppose it's how you define 'knowing someone'" Hermione grimaced and felt this was going to lead to nothing good.

"Well.." her mum begun, now feeling a little uneasy. "Well, she said she wants you and some other of your girl friends to have a sleep-over, and not one of those magical ones too" she demonstrated magic with flimsy hand gestures "they wanted a more traditional, a more muggle style. I find that more appropriate anyway." She looked like she was reminiscing her own past memories full of joys of sleepovers and friendship. Hermione hadn't had the heart to intercept or now argue against her mum's wishes.

"What do you say, Hermione? It would be great to see you more out there if you know what I mean. I just want you to have fun." A saddened expression swamped over her face but quickened to a more questioning look after noticing Hermione's pitiful glare.

"Well…" in a panicked tone figuring out an excuse that never came round, "I guess. there's no way out of this one. I'll go mum, if you want me to that bad." clasping onto her steaming, newly-made cup of tea with both hands.

"All I wish is for you to be happy and enjoy life." She gently kissed Hermione's forehead and went to rejoin her husband who was now flicking through the channels looking bored out of his mind.

Hermione knelt down to pick up Crookshanks, her ginger cat, who slumped lazily in her arms without battle. She padded around her room restlessly but felt no help in doing so. In the end, conceded to her neatly made bed and relaxed.

"Crookshanks, what should I do? I'm sure as anything that Lavender or any of the other girls dislike me, or at least have some sort of switch that flicks to that often." With a sigh that only ends with a deep slumber she gently placed her fluffed up cat at the end of her bed who almost instantly zoomed out of her room, but Hermione couldn't care less and leaned her head full of brown curls down to the cold pillows feeling more dampened than ever. The next morning she would have to file her clothes and belongings into her luggage, ready for the dreaded sleepover that following evening, Just grand.

Buzz Buzz

The annoying alarm clock harassed Hermione until she woke up with a prickly feeling in her head, thumping harder and harder as the clock buzzed faster and louder.

"Oh shut up!" She blindly felt through her bedside counter and thumped the alarm aggressively until it zipped it's infuriating mouth shut.

The drowsy girl made way to her mirror and scratched away the sleep from her eyes. Doing so, she had an attack of memories and thoughts from the previous evening.

"Oh God…" She paused to stare at her distraught figure and felt the need to hurl from all the worrying thoughts coming to her all at once.

At that moment, someone gently knocked on her bedroom door.

"C-come in!" she stuttered trying to pull herself back to the real world which was severely hard as she didn't want to face what was coming that evening.

Why would the girls want her to come over for a sleepover. Why now? Especially when they had the chance all the years back. Hermione wanted to cry, she knew she wasn't a wallflower but she certainly knew that hardly anyone likes her.

"Good Morning, had a good night sleep?" Her Dad edged into the room enough to close the door behind him and stand silly at the doorway.

"Not enough, I suppose I stressed all night on my studying" She yawned, imitating a person that spent their night worrying about a drastic exam the morning after.

It seemed her dad knew her all too well to be fooled at a amateur trick like that. "Everything fine, Hermione? Worried about the sleepover? It's okay you can tell me" and gave a timid grin that only can be shared with daughter and father.

"I don't know! I just want to fit in but I dread the fact that they maybe using me, what if they just wanted me to come over to so they can abuse me greatly." She didn't know why she was so open with her dad but she didn't mind, better than having all the worry curl into a bigger ball in the pit of her stomach. She heaved herself forward to her dad and he opened his arms to yield a enormous hug.

"Don't worry, you can call us whenever you want to get picked up and we'll come" he clicked his fingers, "Just like that" and smiled, squeezing his daughter harder.

"Thanks dad" She wiped her tears roughly against her sleeves and unwrapped herself from her father's arms.

The feeling of more confidence flowed within her body just enough to get dressed and eat breakfast, then later start the packing.

The breakfast consisted of eggs on toast with salad sprinkled on the side, she hungrily gulped it all in a matter of minutes and the cool orange juice followed in afterwards.

She rushed upstairs to her suitcase. The sooner the better, She thought with a drop of her heart.

Water droplets pelted the window from outside, representing the feeling Hermione got all day. After the essentials were packed, the now toughened girl plucked all sorts of bits and bobs from the bathroom that she may need that night. She felt discouraged on thinking that she wouldn't even reach that far but felt this was best, just in case.

Her mum slipped in the open door and looked at Hermione's reflection from behind her.

"I added a few things that could help you through the night. They're books" She added after Hermione still looked clueless.

"What kind?" She wasn't exactly into much of her mum's book collection but she thought anything would be better than being plunged into the girls' circle full of non-stop giggling.

"Classic Romance, like Pride and Prejudice. I know, I know you don't usually like that sort but your.. your older now Hermione and well I thought, you know, you'll be somewhat interested."

"yes, somewhat" Hermione doubted she would be interested but still felt a tug of gratefulness.

The day went in a scurry, while Hermione sat in her back garden waiting for the time to come. She was watching the sky that imitated a hot bubble bath. The sky was a washy look with mixtures of all sorts of different colours and the clouds represented the foam, shaping to the heart's desire.

Hermione was too wary to stay out in the wispy hot air of the outdoors any longer, hence went to the monster-looking house which was the only lit thing that was seen outside.

"Ready dear?" Her father was zipping up his coat at the same time her mum was blowing kisses wildly across the room to both of them.

"Yes" She spoke so nervously it just came out as an audible whisper. Lunging her luggage as if it was caging a wild tiger she moved restlessly to the awaiting car.