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25 Years Later (New Fanfiction Story)

 

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Disclaimer II: This chapter contains parts of Red Hen's essay "Deconstructing Miss Granger" and is generally inspired by it. I am a HUGE fan of Red Hen, the woman is a goddess! I agree with 99% of what she writes, I even have parts of her essays on my profile. I quote her like Christians quote the Bible. Everyone reading this, go read her essays!

A/N: It is set in 2023, 6 years after the oh-so-wonderful Epilogue. I don't know about you, but it seemed a bit too perfect for me. In this story, Hermione is miserable and hates her life. She went through the "desperate housewife" stage, the "murderous wife" stage, the "cheating wife" stage and now she's pretty much given up on life. She isn't suicidal but she's exhausted and full of hate. If she were a teacher, she'd be like Snape.

P.S.: MY Hermione is far from "nice" and many things she has done or will do in this fic are/will be morally questionable.


Chapter 1, "She Knew It All"

It was a warm August evening in London and Hermione Granger - no, Weasley was sitting at her favorite table, at her favorite place in the world. That's right, Callie's Cafe was her favorite place in the world. She liked it better than the park near the house she grew up, she liked it better than Hogwarts, better than The Burrow, better than Grimmauld Place, better than her house in Hogsmeade and better than any bookshop she had ever visited or dreamt of...

So she sat there, with her long legs crossed, her hand holding a cup of cafe au lait, her slightly curly black hair up in a sexy bun and most of her brown skin exposed. She wasn't wearing much, not much at all. Just her black, high heeled sandals, a dress and a golden bracelet on her left hand. Her current body did not come with large breasts so a bra was unnecessary and she loved the way being outside without panties made her feel. She looked rather lovely in that dress. It was short and tight, with a revealing Sweetheart neckline. The colour was orange, which never looked good on her when she was in her real body. She loathed that body...

She loathed everything that was real in her life. Her real job, her real friends, her real family... She had always been neurotic, even as a child. Now, she was a nervous wreck. Seven years ago she had managed to built a tolerance to even the strongest anti-stress potions and now the same was happening with the Muggle pills she took. The last time she went to her doctor to get more, he told her that Xanax aren't tic tacs and that she was already taking too much. Like he could ever understand what she was going through...

Hermione Granger -no, Weasley, knew it all. It took her three decades but she finally lived up to her title. After 32 years she could see through all the lies...

She knew that her parents never really supported her. She had lied to herself for many years, trying to convince herself that her parents loved her. It was only natural; It's never easy to come to terms with the fact that your parents think you're a freak and don't even want to spend 3 months of the year with you. That they never write to you and they respond with one-liners to 3-page long letters. Not being able to understand was a pitiful excuse. She couldn't believe it, not when they hadn't asked her one thing about the Wizarding World.

She knew that people gave her too much credit in the academic arena. She nearly came apart while studying for her OWLs and she got 11. Bill Weasley, Percy Weasley and Barty Crouch Jr. got 12 and none of them was ever called "The Brightest Wizard of his age". She was just an perfectionist overachiever with a photographic memory. It took her many years to learn wandless and non-verbal magic. She is a dreadful duellist and she never got the hang of DADA. Sure, she can remember the theory but that's it. And although she has probably spent years of her life with her head buried in a book, it was either research for a school project, something to help Harry and Ron or job-related. Her brain is filled with information that never actually helped her. She can't remember of a book that has changed her life, the way she sees things, or just made her feel better. She now knows that books can never teach you about life; but then again, maybe she has been reading the wrong books...

She knew that she hadn't been nearly as mature as people thought she was when she was at Hogwarts. She gave the impression that she was beyond all the things girls her age were interested in such as boys, fashion and make-up unintentionally at first. For some time, it was true. However, when these things started to interest her she was unable to show it, having to keep up her "mature" image. So instead of being viewed as a late bloomer -which she was- her teachers and other adults thought her mature. Up until ten years ago she never once failed to rise to the bait whenever Ron made a stupid comment. A mature person would have realised that she was being deliberately teased by someone who was clever enough to be perfectly aware of what bothered her. Instead, she chose to analyse and fight over every word that left his lips. This was not exactly the way a mature person would act...

She knew that she was a bitch. As a small child, preteen, teenager, young woman and young mother, she was very insecure. Something she covered by being bossy and pushy. Then push came to shove and she stopped caring. When Hermione Granger -no, Weasley, got over her insecurities but realised that she was still acting as bitchy as ever, she accepted the fact that she was a bitch. And now she didn't care. She had reached a whole new stage of apathy. She was miserable and numb...

She knew that it didn't come naturally. Twenty-five years ago she had all the potential to change but she made all the wrong choices. She chose to pay attention to the wrong things and ignore the ones that really mattered. She used to crave for social influence and popularity and wasted precious energy trying to achieve these things with the wrong methods. Now she couldn't care less about what people thought of her. Well, that was a lie; she just didn't care if people liked her. She was a very miserable woman and she wanted to make others feel her misery too. It wasn't fair but life wasn't fair either. And she was tired. She didn't want to hate, but that's all she had in her...

She knew that she had made all the wrong decisions, especially when it came to her personal life. Ronald Weasley was the first boy she ever liked, back when she was in her Second Year. She wanted him and she finally got him. However, like a wise man once said: the price of getting what you want is getting something you once wanted. She had a huge crush on Ron for a couple of years but as the time passed and he was still ignoring the fact that she was a girl (or simply doing nothing about it) she was slowly but steadily getting over him. Yet, she welcomed his advances when he decided he was ready to notice her because she was stubborn enough to hang onto him just because she has invested so much of her time and energy into getting him, whether she enjoyed having him or not. And when she saw that wasn't working she tried to change him, which was an even worse idea. Yet, she still stayed with him despite all the difficulties and not because she loved him. After the war people wanted -needed- to focus on something other than chaos, so they focused on the lives of their Heroes. Ron and her were one of the two "Golden Couples" along with Harry and Ginny. So she stayed...

She knew that marrying him was the biggest mistake of her life. They had been on and off for a few years and then they got married when they mistakenly thought she was pregnant. When they discovered that she wasn't it was too late. They were too famous to take a divorce but even if they weren't, divorce was frowned upon in the Wizarding World. Then she got pregnant with her daughter, Rose Helena Weasley. Then Hell officially broke loose. The pregnancy wasn't that difficult although the birth was one of the worst experiences in her life. Rose cried all the time as a baby. She was either crying, screaming or -when she got older- causing havoc. Molly repeatedly offered to help, which she greatly appreciated at first. But after a few years, when the situation with Rose was getting worse and worse, Molly would still help but not without lecturing her on the fact that she couldn't handle one child when other women had handled seven. Hugo was easier. The pregnancy was relatively easy, considering the fact that she had to chase Rose around all the time and Ron was never there. He was always that way; he stayed long enough to make a mess, spoil the children and generally ruin everything she has managed to do and was absent the rest of the time. If she had a Galleon for every time she had wished to be single again...

She knew that she wasn't a good wife. But she really didn't think she was to blame. For the first 10 years she disliked him, then for a few years she hated him and ever since Hugo left for Hogwarts she just didn't care at all. She must have had sex with him 15 times in all the years they've been married. Her house was always clean but she wasn't a very good cook. But so far she hadn't killed him so in her opinion, she wasn't a bad wife either. And it's not like she told him anything about the women he saw. She said nothing about Morag, Pansy, Mandy or Astoria. Although she did have an affair with Draco Malfoy. Oh, how great that man was. Truly magnificent... He was a man, a real man. Who would have ever thought? Draco Malfoy was the best she'd ever had. The best kiss, the best shag, the best relationship. Gone was the arrogant little prat she knew at Hogwarts. Draco was a giving, passionate man who knew exactly how to treat a witch. How to make her feel special, and he always meant it. She could now say that she had loved. Every time her husband would call her rigid and cold-hearted she would know that she was a woman of passion. He just didn't have the skills to bring out that side of her. No matter what, she would always remember Draco Lucius Malfoy with love. He would always have a place in her heart, as the only man who ever touched it...

She knew that she wasn't a good mother. Now her children were old enough not be children anymore, she could admit it; she hated them. Rose was responsible for her anti-stress potion addiction. She was the most horrible child, always calling her names and hitting her. At first she thought it was a phase, Rose wasn't the only child that acted that way. Then Rosie hit puberty and continued acting the same, only it was hexing instead of hitting. And now Rosie was a grown woman, Hermione had accepted the fact that her daughter was a sodding bitch and she didn't like her much. She never knew why, but she never felt any connection with her children. Not when she was pregnant with them and not after they were born. Not even now, that they were real people. They felt strange to her, as if they weren't really hers. Hugo... Okay, she didn't hate Hugo. She didn't even dislike him much. But he was so... plain. So simple and ordinary. He and his cousin James were like Ron and Harry. The famous Potter with the less famous Weasley, who was of course the loyal sidekick and nothing more. Hugo was James' shadow, he had no personality of his own. She didn't hate him, but she didn't love him either...

Hermione Granger -no, Weasley was in a stage in her life where she knew exactly what went wrong but it was too late to fix it. Youth was wasted on the young, but she could not thing about that anymore.

So she finished her coffee, paid the bill and looked at the time. It was a bit early, but not too much. She went to change at the Ladies' Room, put her little black dress on and went to the nearest club. Today, it was her daughter's birthday. There was a party at the Burrow, and she wasn't there because she was going to a Muggle nightclub to dance her ass off with strangers. Tomorrow it would be her anniversary with Ron, and she wouldn't be there because she would be shagging in some stranger's bed.

The sad part was, that was the best part of her life.

Tags: 25 years later, 25yl, epilogue, hermione granger, hermione weasley, story
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