AN: There wasn't room in the summary so I have to make a note here. This is a story loosely based on the Disney Channel show Hannah Montana: in the aspect that Hermione is a rockstar in the muggle world but just a normal 17 year old girl in the magical world.

I want to thank the following artists for recording the songs used in this story.

Aly & Aj, Phil Collins, Everlife, Avril Lavigne, Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus, Carrie Underwood, Taylor Swift and Pink.

I have the worst fear of rejection and this is the first story that I have been brave enough to post so I hope you like it. As of right now I have the first 9 chapters done but I am chewing on a major dose of writter's block. Hopefully it will pass in the next few weeks so you won't have to wait too long for chapter 10. I want to update every week, and hopefully I will remember to...I have a tendency to be very scatter brained.

Reviews are most welcome and you can criticize if you must...but I will most likely cry if you do!

Without further adeu...Chapter 1 of Good and Broken...enjoy!

Chapter 1

The crowed bellowed as the final notes of her song rang out to the packed arena. Taking the stage that night, she had to wager that there had been at least 50,000 people turn out to watch her perform. The applause only intensified the longer she stayed back stage. After another thirty seconds of listening to the crowed chant her name, she retook her place on the darkened stage. As the first notes of her latest hit single sang out from the guitars, the hall was deafening. She pounded on the guitar and sang her heart out during that last song and as it ended, with a few quick hand movements on top of her guitar, she made sparks and fire shoot out to end the show. She bid farewell to her loving crowed with the promise of returning soon.

After retreating backstage for the fourth time that night, she made her way through the throngs of publicists, stage hands, and costumers to the table that held her mountainous pile of bottled water. Ripping the lid off of the first bottle she could reach, she pulled a long drag that was much needed. After cooling down enough to face the madness that stood before her, she made her way to the loading bay doors to take her seat at her most favorite spot of the night. Once an hour of signing autographs and posing for pictures with the lucky fans that were able to snag backstage passes was done, she was ushered out of the hall and to her tour bus by her entourage of hair and makeup artists, and manager, with her bodyguards up front splitting the crowd of fans like Mosses split the red sea.

She collapsed onto the couch after making it safely to the refuge of her bus. It would be another two hours before all of the lights and sound equipment were completely dismantled and put into the trucks to be taken to the warehouse for storage until the start of the next tour. It was already midnight and those poor workers still had a lot of work ahead of them, and she was grateful for them. They might grumble from time to time but once those hefty paychecks were put into her crews' hands, nothing but praises for her could be heard.

Just as she dropped a cold washcloth on her forehead to sooth the ache behind her eyes, her personal assistant climbed aboard the bus looking frazzled. "Cookie, spectacular show tonight, but we really need to do something about crowd control. Do you realize that I was almost beaten to death trying to force my way onto this bus. You should look outside; it's like a sea of people out there. And let me tell you, the fans that didn't get tickets are the most vicious."

"I saw them all, I swear, Kennedy, one of these days a riot is going to break out."

"At least you had a swarm of bodyguards to part the crowd, I had to beat my way through. I am just so glad that I didn't trip and fall. If I had, I probably would have been stepped on to death by now."

"Did Greg not wait for you like I told him?! Oh he is going to have a serious pay cut on his next check! Come sit down and I will rub your feet."

"I don't know why you pamper me so much? I should be the one rubbing your feet, I mean, you're the rock star," Kennedy said flopping down next to her best friend.

"It's the least I can do for all that you do for me." She said as the bus pulled away from the parking lot to make its way to her hometown. "I don't know what I would do without you."

"You would probably go on the daily show, forget where you are and run screaming off the stage in utter embarrassment after calling John Stewart, Maury Povich," Kennedy replied.

"Okay, I only did that once and I certainly wouldn't do it again in that scenario. There is like a thirty year age difference between those two."

"Well, you would still be lost without me. I don't think you would be able to keep straight all of the red carpets and interviews that you go on."

"You're right about that," She replied. It was good that she could joke around with Kennedy. The rest of her staff was so stiff, she could bounce a pound coin off them and it would fly halfway out into the Atlantic. She had already gone through four other assistants since the start of her career. Little to say, they didn't much enjoy the little pranks she liked to pull on them. It was only little things like drawing on their faces with markers if they fell asleep before she did, or baking them cookies laced with Dramamine so they fell asleep at inopportune times. And come on, she was only a fourteen year old kid then who could only let loose over the summer while she was on tour. She was very professional when it came to doing the real work like her songwriting and the recording of her albums. But the tours were just like parties. She would get up on stage, make a complete fool of herself, the crowd would love it and then she would be off to the next city.

Kennedy showed up after the last assistant stormed off during her last tour. She was like a breath of fresh air. A spunky 21 year old who just graduated George Washington University, Kennedy not only put up with her antics, but she threw the occasional prank right back at the 17 year old. Kennedy was like the big sister that she had never had. It was rough leaving for school every September, but she knew that when Christmas break rolled around, Kennedy would be right there waiting for her.

The bus pulled to a stop out in front of her house at five o'clock in the morning. She was jolted awake just as the sun began its first ascent over the horizon. Gathering up her suitcases and shopping bags, she climbed down the steps and jumped to the pavement. Just as she was about to travel up the walkway to her front door, she heard, "Hey, you forgot this," Kennedy called out tossing her the watch she had left on the couch. "You don't want to be late."

"Thanks Kennedy and I will see you in November for the three venue stint you lined up."

"Have a great first term at school Hermione!" Kennedy shouted as the bus pulled away from the curb.

Closing the front door as quietly as she could, Hermione left her bags next to the door and made her way for the stairs leading up to her room. Dragging her feet across the carpeted floor, she pulled off her cloths and collapsed into bed right on top of the covers and fell instantly asleep.

Another world tour was finished and Hermione was beat. Circling the globe at least four times in three months will wear on anyone. She vowed to herself right before succumbing to sleep that she would have to have a chat with her tour coordinators come November. It would be smart to hit countries and cities that are close together before moving on to another continent. But, no one thought of that this time. Hermione had spent the summer flying from London to Greece, over to Seattle, then over to New York, then on to Spain and back to California, then to Washington DC, only to fly straight to Japan, then down to Australia, back to the West coast United States and then back to London to finish it out. Exhausting indeed.

Hermione woke with a start as her alarm clock blared to life at 7:30 in the morning. After grumbling about only two and a half hours of sleep, Hermione found herself sitting at the kitchen table clad only in her cami and undies looking at a hot plate of eggs, bacon and toaster oven waffles.

"I knew you wouldn't want to eat cereal this morning. I heard you come in at five. I would have come to hug you then but that would have woken the dog up and then the dog would have woken up the whole neighborhood," her mom said coming over to give Hermione a hug. "Good morning; how did the tour go?"

"It was really fun but I am exhausted. I swear, I must have circled the globe at least four times!" She stated with a mouth full of food.

"Well, you had better hurry up with breakfast and get ready; we have a long drive to the train station ahead of us."

"Ugh, can't I just sleep today and show up at school tomorrow? We don't ever do anything today anyway!"

"You have to go today. How else are you going to get there? The train only comes once and you need to be there for the sorting don't you?" Her mother replied putting Hermione's dishes into the dishwasher and turning it on.

"I don't care about the stupid sorting. It's so boring!"

"Oh well, you are still going to school today. Now go upstairs and shower out all that hairspray; you look like you stuck a fork in a light socket."

Hermione retreated out of the kitchen for her bathroom. After standing under the hot stream of water for ten minutes, Hermione jumped out and went into her closet. She really wanted to wear her Nanette Foster dress and Jimmy Choo sandals but that would draw too much unwanted attention towards her. She couldn't risk it. So instead of the super cute outfit, Hermione settled for on a pair of Sevens, a Betsey Johnson tank top and her Nikes. She dried and straightened her hair, swept on her makeup and headed downstairs. Her mom had already taken her bags out to the car so Hermione grabbed her Coach bag and ran out the door.

Hermione laughed the whole ride to the train station, with her mother about the crazy things her Uncle Carver did while she was gone. After hugging her mother profusely and promising to make a visit home in November, Hermione took hold of her suitcases and headed for the platform. After checking to make sure no cameras were around to blow her secrete to the entire muggle world, Hermione pushed her way through to the noisy magical side of the barrier.

It felt good to be back in her world. Here Hermione didn't have to worry about dodging the press or looking perfect all the time, lest a stray camera catch her looking fat in her sweat pants. Hermione forced her way through the gaggle of people crowding the platform, trying to find an entrance onto the train. After making it onto the train, Hermione found herself in an empty part of the hallway. She leaned back on the wall and breathed a sigh of relief that no one here knew about her other side. Her biggest fear would be that someone would find out and then the whole school would know and she would never have any privacy again. Three months out of the year with people following her was bad enough. She didn't know if she could stand it if people followed her during the other nine months. Hermione felt sorry that Harry had to go through it every day of his life.

Gathering herself together she pulled her belongings down the hall until she found the compartment she had been looking for. Opening the door, she shoved her stuff in.

"There's my best girl," Harry said standing up and pulling her into one of the tightest hugs she had ever experienced.

"That's weird. He has never called me that before." Hermione thought to herself as she plastered on a big smile and hugged him back.

"I can't believe you spent the entire summer over seas with your parents. I had to spend a month in that house before Ron got back from China to rescue me," Harry said letting her go while throwing a petulant look over at Ron, who just shrugged in response.

Sitting down on the bench next to him, Hermione replied, "I'm sorry Harry, but I just couldn't pass it up. I would have invited you to come along but we didn't have enough tickets."

"Sure, that's the reason," Harry said sarcastically, prompting Hermione to punch him in the shoulder.

Pulling her nose out of the latest issue of the Quibbler, Luna asked, "Did you enjoy yourself though?"

"Who cares if she enjoyed herself," Ron interrupted, "I want to know what stuff she bought us!"

Glancing at him sardonically, Hermione replied, "Yes Luna I had a blast, but I am exhausted. I pleaded with my mother to let me sleep today and show up to school tomorrow but she wouldn't have it. And as for you Ronald, I didn't buy you a damn thing!"

"What…why?"

"Because I didn't buy anyone anything. I was way too busy."

Just then, Ginny banged her way into the compartment. "Too busy doing what Hermione?"

Hermione's eyes bugged out for a moment. How was she going to get out of this situation? She hadn't counted on anyone asking her what she did while overseas. It's not like she could tell them that she was she really was doing. She loved the fact that she could be famous in the muggle world and come back here and just be Hermione. But the only thing she hated was that she had to lie to her best friends. That was the one thing that could make her give up the life that she loved so much. With the end of every summer, her web of lies grew and grew. How was she going to pull herself out of this one?

"Oh you know, shopping in New York, touring DC, hanging out at the beach. You know just regular stuff." Hermione said, hopping that would satisfy them and praying that no one else would bring up another question that she would have to weasel her way out of.

"Well, it sounds like you had fun. We had a blast in China, didn't we Ron?" Ginny replied, prompting Ron to set in on another tirade about how fantastic their trip to China was. Hermione just sat back and didn't say a word. As long as Ron was talking about himself, she would be out of the deep end.

Hermione settled herself into her seat and promptly fell asleep. She was so happy that she was finally back in her own world where she was just Hermione, best friend to the famous Harry Potter. It was time to step out of the spotlight, and she was grateful for it.

As she slept on, images from her fast paced tour flooded through her mind. The cute guy in the second row at her Athens show, the bar fight in Spain, swimming with the Manta Rays in Australia, and the unbelievable shopping she found in New York and Seattle.

Hermione woke up about two hours later to find herself in an empty compartment. Looking out the window, Hermione wondered where everyone had gone off to. Knowing Ginny, she was probably off with Lavender and Parvati. Ron and Luna were most likely off somewhere together doing God only knows what, and Harry was most defiantly with Kendra Walsh, the American who had transferred in during the last year.

The moment Harry had laid eyes on Kendra, he was gone for. She was a nice enough girl and it killed Hermione to say that she was actually able to tolerate her. Hermione was even able to let the little fact that she was only with Harry for his fame, slide. The only thing that bothered her was how Harry didn't seem to realize this little fact about Kendra, and more importantly, he didn't seem to care. Why now? Why had Harry decided that this time it was ok? He never stood for it in all of his other relationships, and he complained to Hermione all the time about people who did stuff like that to him. Why was Kendra so special?

It's not like it mattered much anyway. Even if Harry did wise up and dump Kendra, it's not like he'd go running into the arms of a girl who truly cared about him. The only girls that would really be good for him were herself, Ginny and Luna. They were the only girls that Harry trusted completely. He couldn't run into Luna's arms because she was with Ron…he wouldn't run to Ginny because she was like his sister…and he certainly didn't want run into Hermione's arms because…nobody wanted to run into her arms.

Hermione had a lot of relationship prospects in her muggle life that she could choose from, but if she did take on a relationship, it would be one based on a web of lies. Hermione didn't want that. What she really wanted was to find someone for the magical side of her life. And once she grew to trust that person, then she could tell them about her other side.

"But that most likely won't happen," Hermione thought to herself as she flipped through a copy of Witches Life. As she took in all of the pictures and articles of the famous magical folk, Hermione said to herself, "At least I wasn't followed today."

Little did she know that at that very moment, Lester Hale, a photographer who was notorious for always getting the perfect shot was just pulling a picture up on his computer. Lester gazed at the shot and smiled to himself because he had just gotten the shot that would keep him settled for life. He never had to take another picture again in his life if the magazines could believe what was going on in this picture. As his phone rang in the other room, Lester left his computer to cast a blueish glow into the study. On the screen, Hermione Granger was standing between Platforms 9 and 10, pushing her bags through the barrier.