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Chapter One – The Story of My Life

Work, eat, feed the cat, and sleep. That is my life; at least it was up until Draco Malfoy turned my life upside down. But I'm getting ahead of myself, let's rewind. Up until that time, I was just twenty-five year old Hermione Granger, living in muggle London with a life as exciting as that of a toothpick.

When I was seventeen, I decided that the life for me would be that of an Auror, those fascinating people that lived their lives to the fullest, dealing with the Dark Arts night and day, putting good use to their knowledge of magic. But the primary reason I became an Auror was related to the death of my parents.

Voldemort, a name I no longer fear to speak, is not even as foul and retched as the "man" himself. He murdered my parents during my seventh year at Hogwarts in order to provoke Harry and myself for us to act rashly. I almost did, I could have killed him but ironically, it was Ron who reasoned with me and helped me to analyze the situation clearly before doing anything moronic.

Seventeen, I was seventeen when I realized that from then on I was to take care of myself in this world, no longer depending on the care, warmth, and support of my parents. Why should anyone have to deal with that at such a young and tender age? I figured that if I could help in fighting the Dark Arts, I was helping to prevent my experiences to be repeated elsewhere.

And so it was done. I became an Auror and fought beside Harry and the others to defeat Voldemort. His scum on the bottom of his shoe known as the Death Eaters, were gathered up and thrown away in Azkaban, although a handful managed to escape from such a sentence.

One would think that being an Auror meant that I would always be occupied with some dark, dangerous, life-threatening, and exciting mission. I did too. Ever since the Dark Lord was vanquished, there weren't many Dark Art shenanigans to deal with apart from searching for the escaped Death Eaters, which has been brutally unsuccessful.

With time, my so-called "exciting" life faded with each new day. I often wished I could be a teenager again, attending Hogwarts where something life-threatening happened every year. But no, I accepted the fact that my life was going nowhere.

Harry, Ginny, and Ron all tried to comfort me, telling me that there was so much to live for, so much to look forward to. It was all a waste of breath was all I could say. I became this barely living walking piece of misery, like a gloomy rain cloud that lingers over your head on a bad day. The only difference was that I was that rain cloud every day. I needed excitement. I needed a change.

Ginny, the dear that she is understood my thirst for excitement and often took me out to pubs and clubs. She figured that this excitement that I needed could be found in some hot, young, guy at a pub, and that I lacked someone to love and love me back.

Maybe this was the case, but some of the men you find in such places were only looking for some hot piece of ass to screw for one night and then go back to the pub and find another hot piece of ass. It was a bloody routine for them. If all I wanted was mediocre sex I could have just put on a leather mini skirt and knee boots and stood out on the street, waiting at a corner for some horny old geezer. I finally gave up on going to such places when a drunken imbecile approached me one night and said, "Hey baby, how about me and me head over to the men's piddly-diddly department where I can stuff my beef into your taco?" There were so many things wrong with that I don't know where to even begin. Let's just say he won't be assisting in any repopulation of the world any time soon.

Eventually, Ron finally had the nerves to pull his pants and ask me out. I wanted to ask him at first, since he seemed as if he would piss his pants just thinking about what he would say to me, but Ginny convinced to wait. So I did.

It was exciting at first, Ron can be quite the romantic when he wanted to be, but he honestly was much better as a pal than a boyfriend. Lately, he would rather sit and watch Quidditch on the television, occasionally asking me to pass the crisps. Fantastic. As for the activity in the bedroom, let me know when there is activity.

Ron would do his thing, shudder after a couple of minutes and fall asleep. I literally filed my nails the other day when he climbed on top of me. I've tried suggesting trying new things, but alas, I'd like to see the day where Ronald Weasley would listen to me.

In reality, I didn't even know what I wanted anymore. I just wanted to escape, to be in another place, see new faces, meet new people, and experience new feelings. One must be careful what they wish for.

And so that brings us to present day. I've become the person that I had lost years ago thanks to no other than Draco Malfoy. This is the story of my life and how the forbidden fruit tempted me into living once again.

A/N: I'm back and with a new story! It's taken forever to come up with this story but I think I finally have it. Unfortunately, I won't be able to update as often as I would want to with school creeping around the corner (ugh). But no updating at all would be even worse right? Anyways, please leave a review and tell me what you think! You know how much I love reviews! Love you all! mwah