Independence Day
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,955
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4
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 1
Hermione sat in her room, on her bed, thinking of things for her list. It was exactly one week before she was to board the train to Hogwarts for her 7th and final time. She had not yet been owled her list of school supplies and, as such, was creating her own.
Pen tip softly taping her lower lip, she began reviewing the list to see if she had forgotten anything. As she was about to add a new skirt to the list- hers was now too short since she had grown since her 1st year- an owl flew silently in her open window, dropped a large letter in her lap, and exited her room without pause. She puzzled at this as it was neither Hedwig nor Pig that had delivered the letter. She was even more confused when the letter bore the Hogwarts seal (her Hogwarts letters had always come to her through the muggle post).
She opened the strange letter cautiously. It was her school supply list that she had been waiting for but that was not the only thing the envelope contained.
Dear Ms. Granger,
Do not be alarmed by the manner in which your letter was delivered. It is common practice for muggle born students who are made Head Boy or Head Girl to be delivered their letters personally to avoid confusion or late delivery. Congratulations on your achievement.
Attached was a list of duties she would be responsible for as well as access information to the Head dorm which she would be sharing with the Head boy. The letter neglected to say who was appointed Head Boy though.
Hermione looked at the shiny badge in her hand and slowly ran her thumb over its smooth surface. As she did so a tear fell on the badge. It was not, as you might think, a tear of happiness, but rather a tear of hope; hope that something she did would finally be good enough to please her parents.
For years she had worked so had to impress them, but no matter what she did nothing ever seemed to be good enough for them. When she got into Hogwarts they wanted to know why she had not been accepted sooner. At the end of each term they would review her marks and pick at every little flaw. If she had all Os and one E, no matter how hard she had worked to earn that E, the first thing her parents would ask is why that E was not an O.
The cold hard truth is that all the work she had been doing, everything she had been criticized and harassed for at school, was all done in hopes of finally being good enough for her parents approval. That is why she was crying- she had achieved the single highest award given at her school- if her parents were not proud of her now, they never would be.
Without haste she jumped off her bed and flew down the stairs where her parents sat reading dental catalogs. She burst into the room face flushed; hair flying and her parents looked up at her and asked why she was upset.
"I'm not upset! I did it, I am ecstatic, I'M HEAD GIRL!!" she was practically screaming at her parents in excitement and shock that they were still sitting their calm as cucumbers. Their reaction was no where near what she had hoped for.
"Good job honey. Just do not let the duties detract from your school work." Her mother gave her a stern look at the mention of her marks.
"This is great honey! Now you won't have the Gryffindor distractions since you will have your own room." Her father looked up, smiled at her briefly, and went back to reading his catalog.
Without a smile on her face Hermione said, in a flat tone, "I leave in a week so I need to go to Diagon Alley. I want to go the day before and spend the night at the Leaky Cauldron with Ron and Harry so we can catch the train together the next day."
"Sure Honey" her dad responded without looking up from his reading.
Hermione looked from her mother to her father waiting for a delayed reaction but none came. She turned away from them and slowly exited the room. Completely deflated she slowly ascended to her room thinking about all her had work and all the apathy she had received from her parents over the years. "Well," she thought to herself, "at least people notice me at school." She entered her room, silently shut the door, and collapsed onto her bed, tears streaming down her face.
Pen tip softly taping her lower lip, she began reviewing the list to see if she had forgotten anything. As she was about to add a new skirt to the list- hers was now too short since she had grown since her 1st year- an owl flew silently in her open window, dropped a large letter in her lap, and exited her room without pause. She puzzled at this as it was neither Hedwig nor Pig that had delivered the letter. She was even more confused when the letter bore the Hogwarts seal (her Hogwarts letters had always come to her through the muggle post).
She opened the strange letter cautiously. It was her school supply list that she had been waiting for but that was not the only thing the envelope contained.
Dear Ms. Granger,
Do not be alarmed by the manner in which your letter was delivered. It is common practice for muggle born students who are made Head Boy or Head Girl to be delivered their letters personally to avoid confusion or late delivery. Congratulations on your achievement.
Attached was a list of duties she would be responsible for as well as access information to the Head dorm which she would be sharing with the Head boy. The letter neglected to say who was appointed Head Boy though.
Hermione looked at the shiny badge in her hand and slowly ran her thumb over its smooth surface. As she did so a tear fell on the badge. It was not, as you might think, a tear of happiness, but rather a tear of hope; hope that something she did would finally be good enough to please her parents.
For years she had worked so had to impress them, but no matter what she did nothing ever seemed to be good enough for them. When she got into Hogwarts they wanted to know why she had not been accepted sooner. At the end of each term they would review her marks and pick at every little flaw. If she had all Os and one E, no matter how hard she had worked to earn that E, the first thing her parents would ask is why that E was not an O.
The cold hard truth is that all the work she had been doing, everything she had been criticized and harassed for at school, was all done in hopes of finally being good enough for her parents approval. That is why she was crying- she had achieved the single highest award given at her school- if her parents were not proud of her now, they never would be.
Without haste she jumped off her bed and flew down the stairs where her parents sat reading dental catalogs. She burst into the room face flushed; hair flying and her parents looked up at her and asked why she was upset.
"I'm not upset! I did it, I am ecstatic, I'M HEAD GIRL!!" she was practically screaming at her parents in excitement and shock that they were still sitting their calm as cucumbers. Their reaction was no where near what she had hoped for.
"Good job honey. Just do not let the duties detract from your school work." Her mother gave her a stern look at the mention of her marks.
"This is great honey! Now you won't have the Gryffindor distractions since you will have your own room." Her father looked up, smiled at her briefly, and went back to reading his catalog.
Without a smile on her face Hermione said, in a flat tone, "I leave in a week so I need to go to Diagon Alley. I want to go the day before and spend the night at the Leaky Cauldron with Ron and Harry so we can catch the train together the next day."
"Sure Honey" her dad responded without looking up from his reading.
Hermione looked from her mother to her father waiting for a delayed reaction but none came. She turned away from them and slowly exited the room. Completely deflated she slowly ascended to her room thinking about all her had work and all the apathy she had received from her parents over the years. "Well," she thought to herself, "at least people notice me at school." She entered her room, silently shut the door, and collapsed onto her bed, tears streaming down her face.