*A/N: This is a very, very short Head Canon, purely to let go of some negative thoughts, but with a lot of truth in it for myself personally. It's side tracked me from my current fiction I'm writing, and I didn't want this to sadden it even more.*

She pressed her cheek against the window, and slowly the rain started to fall again, it's not that she could see outside in the darkness, but she could feel the rain drops beginning to hit the window. She wanted to cry at the pain her head was still giving her, though she looked perfectly fine, having so many things going around in her head make it feel as if it was ready to explode. Gazing over towards her clothes she had with her, the ones which weren't at Hogwarts, she was tempted to just run away, and as far away as possible. The fights and drama weren't worth the pain felt by watching it, but crying is a sign of weakness, and being weak was the last resort in Hermione's mind.

There she sat, just peering out of the window and feeling the cold glass against her cheek and arm. Slowly falling asleep sat up there, being woken suddenly by the rain now seeping through the crack above the window, causing a puddle of water to appear around her feet. Waking up with a start, she fell off the ledge and onto the floor with a loud thump. Too tired and drained to move anywhere, she simply pulled the blanket and a pillow off from the bed and lied there on the floor to sleep.

Neither of her parents would have heard her, Hermione was the brightest witch of her age, she put a silencing charm around her room, and turned on the Muggle radio, which she had become unfamiliar with, as the Muggle technology kept progressing while she was at Hogwarts, it was hard to keep up, and there's only so much you can explain in one letter. Though, even without the charm around her room, her parents wouldn't have noticed, they were always busy fighting with each other to notice anything that Hermione did.
Like every other day that week, Hermione had come home from a long walk, and a trip to the library, and went straight upstairs to her room, she didn't even think her parents would notice if she was there or not...
Maybe she was the problem, as she wasn't sure if they argued and fought like this while she was at school.

As Hermione woke up, she whined in pain as she'd slept in such an awkward way, that she needed to stretch her neck and back out to even try and pull herself up onto her bed. On the self was the Muggle radio her parents got her for her 10th birthday, she used all of her energy to kneel up and get it down, resting it on the side table. Switching it on, the song which it was playing was already half way through, but she wasn't really listening, it was merely background noise as she racked through her thoughts.

No one notices the clever, strong one when they're breaking inside. It's a trait of the people who know all the answers to hide all the pain they have inside, all their problems that no one seems to realise. Even the close friends sometimes wouldn't even notice, because the "strong" ones have no pain... Apparently.