The Internet and Hogwarts Don't Mix, Hermione!

By: Mari G. (a.k.a. MalfoysGirlfriend)

Rated: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS! THEY ARE NOT MY INVENTION!

Summary: Hermione is depressed. Her parents are filing for divorce and Harry and Ron are completely distracted with their girlfriends. This all changes when Hermione gets a computer for Christmas...

A/N: I got this idea a few days ago when I was chatting on the Internet. It's a brief reminder that you have to be careful who you talk to.

Chapter 1:

The cool, calm atmosphere gave the outside of Hogwarts a pleasant and homey feeling. Though if you looked closer, at the very inside, it wasn't so. You could see in one of the windows a girl 16 years old with straight brown hair and cinnamon eyes. It was Hermione Granger; the smartest witch at school, yet the saddest all the same. She only found comfort to her sadness by looking out the window and watching the birds flutter by in cheer, preparing for the flight south for the winter soon to come.

All the while, standing there in the window, she wondered where she had gone wrong. She used to have everything- friends, family, and unlimited happiness. Harry was busy snogging off with his girlfriend Cho Chang and when he wasn't he was at Quidditch practice. Harry had gained a girlfriend, a Quidditch captain title, and a promising future considering his unusually high grades. He was beginning to catch up to Hermione, even in Potions! Ron was going with Lavender Brown, and was also either snogging or practicing Quidditch since he was a Chaser. Hermione was all alone, with not a soul to talk to anymore and she found herself wishing she had someone to snog with.

Her family had fallen apart too. Her mom and dad were filing for a divorce since they couldn't stand each other and wanted to go their separate ways. Hermione didn't even know when her parents stopped loving each other. It was so sudden it hit her like a blow in the head. To add to her family problems her older brother was shot by his girlfriend and died instantly. He was the only one who could mend the fight between her parents and he was until he was shot. Knowing she would never share another Christmas with both her parents in the same house and her brother was adding weight to her sadness.

She had managed her unhappiness until one final blow hit her. She knew Harry and Cho were dating but when she found out they were going steady she sunk into a depression. Hermione had been mooning over Harry for the past 6 years, hoping one day he would notice her and they would live happily ever after. There were a lot of "What if I had's" drifting through her brain. The major one was "What if I had just told Harry I love him?" Still, she knew there was no turning back now. Anyways, if Harry did break up with Cho he would probably go for Ginny Weasley who had turned into quite an attractive and fashion-wise girl despite her economical problems. She was always with a different boy hanging over her and was the main competition for all the boys in school, and Harry lived for competing. Ginny had turned into someone Hermione didn't enjoy talking to or hanging around with anymore. She made her feel inferior and ugly, which didn't really help.

"Hermione! Are you up there?" shouted Harry from downstairs.

"Why don't you just come up?" shouted Hermione back at him.

"Because that's a girls dorm!"

"What's so bad about that? You sneak into Ravenclaw AND go to the girls dorm there!"

She heard footsteps come up the stairs and through the hallways toward her dorm. She really didn't feel like talking to Harry since he was going steady with Cho. It just didn't feel the same but, like all things now, she managed. She heard the doorknob turn and the door swing open hitting the wall behind it, and then he slammed it shut.

"Hermione, you know that no one is supposed to find out that I'm visiting Ravenclaw!" Harry yelled at her.

"If you were a bit more smart you would know the whole school knows!" she yelled back, hands on her hips and facing him.

"The school didn't know until you yelled it downstairs!"

"Yes they did Harry! And when the teachers find out you will be expelled! Not that I care!"

"No they didn't and if the teachers do find out it's because you told them!" Harry yelled back furiously.

"Why the hell would I tell the teachers! I'm not a backstabber like you!"

"I am no backstabber! You're the one who got my Firebolt confiscated in our 3rd year!"

"I ratted on you for your safety! What if it had been cursed? You would have been dead!"

"Well thanks for nothing, Hermione!"

"Whatever," she said as she turned back to the window.

"You know Hermione, I don't know what's up with you lately. You have become so secretive and rude lately. A perfect match for Draco Malfoy."

"The only reason I have become this way is because I have no friends and no family!" she yelled not bothering to face Harry.

"What? What do you mean? What about Ron and I? Are we invisible?"

"Yes. To me you are and you don't exist anymore! Go snog with your screwy girlfriend!"

"So that's what this is about. You're jealous because Ron and I have girlfriends and you're being spent less time with," said Harry with a grin.

"I am not jealous! I don't need you or Ron! I don't need friends so shove off!" said Hermione storming out of her room.

"Hermione! Wait!" yelled Harry after her but she didn't bother to respond.

She walked through the halls, through the common room, out through the portrait hole, and up the astronomy tower. She looked over the edge of the tower and saw how high up she was. The fall could kill you instantly...

Hermione sat on the edge and swung her legs over, sitting barely on the edge. Thoughts raced through her mind, whether this was the right thing to do. After all, death does relieve the pain and suffering because you don't think anymore. She could join her brother in heaven, if that's where he was, she wasn't sure. Hermione clung onto the edge of the tower and closed her eyes, letting the wind brush her hair. She felt herself go suddenly pale and cold. Then, slowly she began to let go, slipping farther and farther off the edge...

To Be Continued