A/N: I didn't really want to write a new fic (as I've been trying to work on The Witches From Thunder Canyon), but this idea just popped into my head (yes, that's the way my muse works. If I try to actually think of something to write, I most likely won't get much accomplished. There are, of course, a few exceptions. Like Reflections.), so I had to. I had intended this to be longer, but this is just the way it turned out. I really do like it though. Except for the fact that one of the shallow people I had in mind (a girl from my school) kept looking over my shoulder as I was writing this.
Oh, by the way, because of Hermione's attitude towards Harry and Ron, it should be concluded that something happened between the three of them. What it was is up to you. I just thought I'd clear that up so that no one flames me saying something like "Hermione doesn't think of Harry and Ron like that! What were you THINKING?!"
Oh, and there's a poem at the end that was inspired by this fic, and kinda goes with it. So it's the two for one special. =)
Disclaimer: Hermione, Harry, Ron, Lavender and Parvati belong to J.K. Rowling.
Hermione's Soliloquy – Outcast in the Corner
I've told myself that I don't want to go through life as one of those shallow people. I'd rather be a bit off the deep end than be like them. I don't want to be one of those girls who only cares about clothes and boys. Sure, I do care about those things, but there's more things out there than that.
I know I won't find real happiness in books, but reading gives me knowledge, and knowledge is power. I have a power over the shallow people like Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. What do they care about except themselves? Nothing. So my power is useless if they don't acknowledge it.
They don't acknowledge my power and they don't acknowledge me. I'm always left in the shadows. The one witch that knows more than they ever will. That's me, cast into the corner of life, just waiting for someone of equal being, another outcast like me, to reach out a hand.
My friends aren't who I thought they were. They stuck up for me once or twice, but the motivation behind it wasn't right. All that Ron and Harry wanted me to be was the brain behind it all, even though they never gave me the credit. Why should they? Why would anyone want to think that I, Hermione Granger, the "bossy know-it-all," was behind the greatness that was Potter and Weasley, the inseparable duo?
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Back into the world of outcasts
I fall
I fall
Stepping towards the light
I blink
I blink
Look around me,
There's nothing left to see.
So go away; please, leave me be.