Chapter 1 : The Worst Summer Ever
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Hermione Jane Granger lay on her bed thinking about the hectic mess that her summer had been. It seemed like everything had gone wrong. This summer was supposed to be the best one she had ever had, because it was the last summer before she would return to Hogwarts. Instead it had been the worst.
‘Why is it always me that these things happen to?’ Hermione sighed and rolled over onto her side. Just then there was a pecking at her window. She sat up and saw a large snowy owl hitting the pane of glass with its beak. “Hedwig!” Hermione exclaimed as she jumped up and rushed to the window. She slid the window open and Hedwig flew gracefully inside and landed on Hermione’s desk.
Hermione walked over and untied the letter from Hedwig’s leg. She noticed Harry’s personal seal on the envelope and smiled. Harry had been writing to her nearly everyday. She knew he was just worried about her safety, and as much as she appreciated the concern, it did get annoying sometimes. “Thank you Hedwig.” Hedwig hooted in response, and Hermione got her an owl treat from one of the desk drawers. Hedwig accepted the treat and waited for Hermione to read Harry’s letter.
I’m sure that my constant writing has gotten a bit annoying. To be honest, I just didn’t want you to feel neglected like I did last summer. Plus, I just like keeping contact, especially since I won’t be returning to Hogwarts this year. I won’t be able to write as often as I would like to for the rest of the year. But don’t worry I’ll be fine.
However, that’s not why I’m writing to you today. I’ve noticed lately that you seem withdrawn in your letters. Is there something you’re not telling me? I’m worried about you Hermione. You can tell me anything.
Please send your response with Hedwig.
Hermione sighed heavily again and lay back down on her bed. The thing Harry didn’t know was that Hermione couldn’t tell him what was really bothering her because if she did he would only worry about her more and that would distract him from finding the Horcruxes and destroying Voldemort. Hermione’s eyes filled with tears and she shoved the letter away. She began to cry and turned and buried her face in her pillow. ‘Oh Harry, how can you be so close yet so far from the truth?’
Hermione sat in her favorite muggle club and tapped her toe to the beat of the music. She saw her friends Brooke and Lissa dancing on the dance floor with their boyfriends. ‘I wonder where Matt is?’ Hermione asked herself. Matt was one of her other best friends. Him, Dylan, Jeff, Brooke and Lissa were her best muggle friends. They didn’t know that she was a witch, all she told them was that she went to boarding school instead of public school because her parents thought it would be a better experience for her.
Just then she felt a masculine hand on her shoulder. Hermione turned in her seat and looked up into the smiling face of Matt. “Hey Matt. There you are. I was just wondering why you weren’t here.” Hermione smiled back.
“Yeah well, I had some stuff to do at home. But I’m here now. So, what’d I miss?” Matt said as he sat down at the table in the chair next to Hermione.
“Nothing really. They all just went to dance.” Hermione said nonchalantly.
“Why aren’t you out there dancing and having a good time?” Matt asked, as he looked Hermione over. She was wearing a blue halter top, a short denim skirt and suede boots with three inch heels.
Hermione shrugged. “I had no one to dance with. It’s really no big deal.”
“Sure it is. Come on, let’s dance.” Matt stood up and offered her his hand. Hermione grinned and accepted the offer.
The evening progressed and soon they were all heading home. “Hermione, why don’t I give you a ride home?” Matt offered.
“Sure. Thanks Matt.” Hermione waved good-bye to Brooke, Lissa, Dylan and Jeff, and opened the passenger door of Matt’s white Dodge 4x4 truck.
“What are friends for?” Matt asked with a strange glint in his eyes. It was only a quick flash so Hermione brushed it off.
Matt started driving in the direction of Hermione’s house but suddenly went down a road that was completely unfamiliar to Hermione. “Matt…where are we going? I thought you were driving me home.” Hermione began to get a little nervous.
“I am. But first I want to show you something.” Matt parked the truck on the level plateau of the hill he had just drove up. He turned to face Hermione and started to speak. “Hermione, for the longest time I’ve wanted to tell you something. But I’ve been too afraid of what you might say.”
“What is it Matt?” Hermione reached out and placed her hand on top of his. “You can tell me anything.”
“Well…the truth is…I want you. I mean, as more than a friend. I’ve been watching you for so long, and I just have to have you.” Matt whispered. He leaned towards Hermione slightly, that strange glint back in his eyes.
“Matt, I’m sorry, but I don’t feel that way about you.” Hermione looked away, partially ashamed.
“Come on Hermione. Of course you do. Why else would you dress like this around me?” Matt grabbed Hermione’s thigh and slid his hand roughly towards the hem of her skirt.
“Matt, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to lead you on or anything.” Hermione pushed his hand away; her adrenaline level was rising quickly. She was scared.
“Shut up Hermione.” Matt growled. He forced himself on top of her, and yanked her underwear down.
“Matt…please don’t do this.” Hermione said as her eyes filled with tears.
“Why not Hermione? I know you want to.” Matt whispered harshly. Hermione closed her eyes and heard the sound of his zipper being undone.
“Please, Matt…please.” Hermione whispered. She squirmed but Matt overpowered her. “Please…” She felt the hot tears slip from her eyes and tried to block out everything that happened after that. When Matt got off of her Hermione kept her eyes shut. She felt him put her underwear back into place and pull her skirt down.
Hermione continued to cry silently as she sat up with as much dignity as she could manage, moved as far away from Matt as possible and buckled up.
Hermione sobbed as she remembered that horrific night. Matt had taken something from her that she could never give again. After that Hermione had stopped seeing her muggle friends and stopped writing as much to Harry, Ron and Ginny. She didn’t think that she could ever let anyone in again.
Hedwig hooted softly and Hermione’s sobs softened. “I’m sorry Hedwig.” She sniffed and wiped the tears from her face. “I’ll write him back right now.”
Don’t worry about me. I didn’t mind you writing so much. It’s nice to know that you care so much. I don’t feel neglected at all. I’m still disappointed that you won’t let Ginny and I come with you and Ron to find the Horcruxes, but I understand your decision. I’ll try to write as much as possible during the course of the school year.
To address your question, there’s nothing I’m not telling you. Trust me, and if there were there would have to be an extremely good reason for me to keep a secret from my best friends. As for me seeming withdrawn I’m just worried about you and Ron. Please be careful and take good care of Ron, and yourself. We will all be thinking of you. Anyway, I’d better go I have to start packing.
Hermione read the letter over a couple of times to make sure it sounded like her, then put it in one of her personalized envelopes and sealed it. She handed it to Hedwig who took it in her beak and took off into the night. Hermione watched her fly away with a feeling of dread overtaking her. ‘Why do I get the feeling that something terrible is going to happen?’ Hermione thought, as she sighed and closed the window. It was going to be a long night.
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