She stared out of the Gryffindor Common Room window, deep in thought. She looked awful. Her hair was stringy and not brushed. She had bags under her eyes and her face was tear-stained, with more flowing down. Her mascara and eye-liner were running down her face. All the books and parchment that she had open and out were covered in tears and smear marks. In her hand she clutched a crumpled piece of parchment. Her hands were trembling. The fire flickered on her shaking body.
Without warning, the crying girl jumped up and kicked a chair across the room. She screamed, with a lot of effort, but hardly made a sound. Slowly, she sank into her chair, wiping her make-up and tears away, and buried her face in her hands. She then slowly pulled her legs up into the chair with her and curled up into a ball. She silently cried, and dozed off.
Why? She thought. "Why?" she said suddenly. I thought he was happy with me and loved me. We were happy together. We were perfect for each other. I know it. We made plans for the future, and then he leaves me… She slowly made her way up to the Girl's Dorm, forgetting about her books and parchment.
"He leaves me for someone else!" she yelled, to no one particular and with hardly any sound. But it was enough to make a studying First year scared, and she ran out of the dorm. She gave the furious girl a terrified look. Pity. That kid probably has the perfect life. No worries, against me with every problem in the book.
Hermione returned to her Common Room seat and continued staring out the window. The sky outside was gray and unwelcoming, but it comforted her. She didn't know why. Maybe it was because Draco liked it so much. Speaking of him, the one that 'loved' her, sometimes Hermione just felt like going down into the lake and not coming up. Or maybe the Forbidden Forest. It would solve all of her problems. Harry and Ron weren't talking to her because they found out about the Granger/Malfoy thing, Ginny was acting weird, and Draco broke up with her, probably for some Slytherin whore. The thought of what they would do if they found out that she died brought tears to her eyes. They probably wouldn't care, she thought. She visualized them all laughing at her dead body when someone found her. What a pity. I am their best friend, even when they are mad at me…
Everyone at Hogwarts seemed to think Hermione Jane Granger was perfect, and had it all made. But they didn't know that under all her cleverness she had flaws. Obviously no one cared that books were her shield, her protection. She had her best friends mad at her, her other best friend was acting strange, and her boyfriend, the only person she truly ever cared for, dumped her. She should have known that Draco was going to be just like all the other boys. But she actually thought he was going to be different! Just because she did like him too didn't change what Draco would be like.
What a moron, she thought. But that's what you get for making that stupid mistake young'un, a little voice said. Whatever, she thought.
Hermione slowly walked to her night stand, and looked at the picture of her and Draco at Three Broomsticks. We were so happy. I was. He wasn't, obviously. More tears came down her face as she sank onto her bed. Suddenly she jerked off her bed, grabbing the picture, and walked back down into the Common Room, into the chair almost directly in front of the fire. An evil smile crept upon her face as she slowly tore the picture down the middle, and Draco and she moved onto different sides of the photo. The fire flickered mischievously on the smiling face. Her brown eyes flashed a dangerous look. She threw the picture pieces on the ground, but then picked them back up, clutching them in her hands. She slowly made her way towards the fire, releasing both pieces into the hungry flames. They licked up the picture halves and burned them within seconds. Was it just me, or did I hear Draco and me screaming in the picture? She shook the thought off, wiping her tears away that had come down.
"I'll let him see what he is missing, and he will come crawling back. I will get him back, no matter what it takes." she vowed, balling her fists up and pounding them on the wooden table. Even if it's murder.
Determination was dancing in her eyes, along with the dangerous fire that couldn't be put out.