Why Me?

Chapter One

Dear Diary,

Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!

Today has been the most terrible, horrible, disgusting and any other kind of synonym you can find for the word awful day of my entire life! Actually, any kind of synonym you can find for the word awful wouldn't even come close to describing my utterly revolting day! Anything and everything that could have gone wrong went even worse!

So, shall I tell you the thrilling tale that makes me want to scream out at the top of my lungs? Ugh! That means I have to relive it. Oh well, better out than keeping it bottled in until I explode.

Well, here goes...

Morning of the last day of summer at the burrow:

Sunlight streamed through the curtains into Ginny Weasley's room landing right smack in the middle of Hermione Granger's bed.

"Groan!"

I hate mornings! Hermione Granger thought grudgily, waking at the sound of a baby robin twittering it's little heart out.

"Sploosh!"

Shit!

Getting out of her warm fuzzy bed, Hermione's foot landed right in her unfinished melted cookie dough ice cream from last night.

"Bang!" "OW!"

Popping up from the sudden feeling of something cold, sticky and wet Hermione's head made painful contact with the rock hard, too low ceiling.

Scratch that! Hermione thought while hopping to the bathroom on one foot and holding her throbbing head, I despise mornings!

Hermione hopped over to the bathroom sink catching a glimpse of her dirty hair in the cracked mirror.

Sigh. Might as well take a shower, she thought looking down at her dripping foot.

Hermione undressed (being very careful not to get any ice cream on her white pajamas but smudging them all the same) and hopped into the shower.

"EEK!"

The water was freaking freezing!

Great! No more hot water! Guess it'll have to be a cold shower today. Yay.

After slipping twice on the bar of soap and painfully landing on her side, Hermione stepped out of the shower shivering and bruised.

Could this day get any worse! She thought miserably.

Yup!

"AHH!"

"AHH!"

Harry was in the bathroom, standing right in front of the shower wide eyed and horrified.

After screaming her head off Hermione made a desperate leap to snatch a towel.

She slipped and fell.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Harry stammered, covering his eyes while Hermione stiffly got up and grabbed the towel he was holding out.

"It's okay Harry," Hermione sighed wrapping the towel around her, "just don't EVER mention this to another living soul." She called over her shoulder, running back to her room, leaving a very crimson-faced Harry babbling more apologies.

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Hermione dressed quickly, realizing that she was already very late for breakfast.

Shoot!

After desperately trying to get her arm through her shirt's sleeve she ended up tearing a huge hole in it.

Great! That was the only clean shirt I had left!

So, Hermione made her way down the Burrow's rickety steps into the kitchen with an enormous hole in her sleeve, a lump on her head, two bruises, dripping wet hair (considering she was already late, she didn't have time to fix it) a sticky foot and a cut on her right arm from falling in the bathroom.

Wow, all this in less than one hour. I must have beaten some kind of world record or something.

Breakfast was just as enjoyable as her morning had been.

Everyone stared at her like she had grown a second head overnight. Well, everyone except Harry, who still refused to look her.

Can't say I blame them. Hermione thought wryly. I must be a right bloody sight to look at!

Molly's cooking was as excellent as ever, if not even better. Parvati and Lavender, who were staying over this summer as Ginny's guests, continuously praised Mrs. Weasly's cooking, which caused her to out do herself even more than usual.

But, however delicious the food may be, Hermione found herself absolutely hating it that morning.

Twice, she burnt herself with her cup of coffee, she bit her tongue more than once chewing on her toast, she choked a few times on a sausage roll and somehow managed to get ketchup on her pale blue shirt AND spill burning hot coffee on her white skirt.

As if that wasn't enough, Ginny spilt tea all over her copy of the Daily Prophet before she even had the chance to read ONE single bloody article.

Why didn't I just stay in bed this morning! Hermione wondered while going up to Ginny's room to find something decent to wear. Oh well. Anyways, with my luck a herd of galloping ostriches would have probably run me over in my sleep.

After pulling on a pair of light blue jeans and a black camisole that were both a bit too small, considering Ginny was a few inches shorter than her, Hermione headed outside to watch Ginny, Ron, Harry, Fred, George, Lavender and Parvati play a game of Quiddicth.

Well, at least it's a beautiful day. Hermione thought cheerfully looking around at the gorgeous scenery around her.

The sky was a soft baby blue, the sun shined down merrily onto the emerald green grass and the chickens were clucking away animatedly, obviously enjoying the perfect weather. There was only a slight refreshing breeze, in which the bushes and leaves danced happily.

And not a cloud in sight! Hermione thought happily. Perfect conditions for Quidditch, as Ginny pointed out.

When she got there though, she wasn't greeted with the sound of whistling brooms, cheering and booing from the opposing teams, but with loud shouts of frustration. Apparently, there was some kind of uproar going on.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked curiously.

"I was just saying that this is totally unfair," Ron exclaimed, "Harry, Ginny, Paravti and George can't ALL be against us! I mean it's four against three and...hey!" Ron suddenly stopped mid sentence and stared at Hermione as if she were the most gorgeous women on earth.

Well, it's not like he's never looked at me like that, I mean we ARE going out.

But something about his look gave Hermione the impression that this didn't have the tiniest thing to do with their relationship.

"W-What?" Hermione asked nervously as all her other friends started giving her the look too.

" Hermione! You can be on our team!" Ron exclaimed cheerfully as the other team members nodded their heads happily in agreement.

Hermione stared at them in disbelief.

"Are you CRAZY!?! There is no way, under ANY circumstances that I am going to get on a BROOM in the AIR and actually FLY! No way. Nuh huh. Never. Not one little chance. No no no no no no NO!

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I going to KILL Ron! Hermione thought clinging onto her broom for dear life.

That is, if I don't die first. She thought wryly as her broom gave a violent jolt almost sending her flying off.

Oh why why why why why why me?!? She desperately though squeezing her eyes shut as a bludger missed her head by a mere centimeter.

"Oi! Hermione!" Ron called after her, " If you're going to catch the snitch you're going to have to keep your eyes open!"

Parvati and Lavender started giggling like mad.

Oh Merlin give me strength! Hermione thought aiming the coldest glare she could muster at Ron.

He got the point and flew off his head hung low. But Hermione didn't miss the pleased look on his face. Obviously he was proud with making the girls giggle.

Well that's no accomplishment to be bloody PROUD of; they're always giggling! Hermione thought furiously.

Seething, she turned around, only to find Harry diving towards the shiny golden snitch.

Crap!

Squeezing her eyes shut, Hermione took a deep breath and plunged. Down, down, down she dove as fast as her old Shooting Star could go. No matter how terrified she was, Hermione was gaining on him, and that was the only thought that mattered in her head right now.

Almost there, almost there! Hermione thought stretching her hand out as far as she could, reaching for the shiny ball, as it desperately tried to escape.

Harry turned around, a look of pure shock on his face as Hermione's hand closed around the tiny fluttering ball.

Yes! Hermione thought triumphantly, before crashing head first into the solid ground with a sickening "THUMP".

It hadn't occurred to anyone that the first thing you should teach someone before they climb onto a broom is how to brake...

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And now, dear diary, I lie here with a lump as big as China on my head, hungry BEYOND belief, since I'm not allowed to eat, and a Headache as huge as my bump, if not bigger.

But you see dear diary, as if all this wasn't enough to make me want to jump out a window, when I woke up, at half past six, something utterly, entirely and COMPLETELY horrible happened that seriously gave me thoughts of moving to Alaska.

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Hermione woke up in pain so extraordinary, she was certain she would pass out again. Instead she merely threw up all over the floor and collapsed back onto her pillow before her head split open.

"HERMIONE!" Ginny exclaimed rushing into her room carrying an opened letter, looking more excited than a young girl on Christmas morning.

"Groan! Gin...don't...yell...please," Hermione managed to croak holding her aching head.

"Sorry," Ginny muttered quickly oblivious to the fact that Hermione felt like passing out right now.

"Read this NOW," she said excitedly thrusting the letter onto Hermione's chest.

"Is this mine?" Hermione asked glancing down at the letter.

"Yes, yes of course it's yours!" Ginny yelled impatiently.

"Then why, pray tell, has it been opened and read without my permission?" Hermione asked raising an eyebrow.

"I...I...well you see...Harry made...I didn't want...it was an accident... OH JUST READ THE DAMN LETTER ALREADY!" Ginny snapped.

Hermione chuckled lightly before proceeding to read the letter with difficulty, as her head clearly objected.

Dear Miss Granger,

I am pleased to inform you that due to your outstanding academic results and more than pleasing behavior, you have been selected to be this year's Head Girl.

Hermione squealed in delight.

As Head Girl, we expect you to set a good example for our younger students by continuing to excel in your school subjects and behavior. You are required to patrol the corridors three nights a week with the Head Boy and you along with him and the prefects will be required to organize any social event to take place this year. The Head Boy and yourself will have the privilege of your own common room, kitchen and dorms which only very limited people may access.

I look forward to seeing you, and enjoy the rest of you summer vacation!

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

"So Hermione, isn't this amazing or what!" Ginny exclaimed happily. But Hermione wasn't listening.

"What's wrong?" Ginny asked worriedly as Hermione's face turned as pale as the sheet of parchment she was holding.

"Ginny," Hermione whispered weakly, " did you read the other side?"

"No," Ginny answered confused, "I ran in here to tell you the good news. Why?"

"The Head Boy is...is...Draco Malfoy." Hermione whispered.

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And thus I jumped out the window.