Hey, I know it's been a long time! The other stories I wrote when I was younger and have greatly improved my style and spelling! =D Seeing as how I always skips the Author's Notes all the important things to know are

Story is after the Battle

Hermione is 18 and every one ranges around that age

I did not have a editor so if spelling mistakes or sentences that don't make sense just let me know in a review or Private Message

If something wasn't in here (*look up*) then you weren't supposed to know it yet

This is a disclaimer... ;)

I looked down at the watch on my wrist out of habit. I was glad for it though.

"Damn" She whispered to herself. She was late for class.

As she was running to class, she thought about why she had become late. She was doing it again. She was lost in thought. Hermione was trying to get herself out of the habit of thinking to much. It was only September 21st meaning that she was still getting herself out off her habits of the summer.

Summers were just dreadful to her. Since she was never enrolled in the local public school she had no friends that even remembered her anymore. Because of the random magic attacks even the friends she had in grade school fell away. The whole time Hermione relied on the letters from Harry and Ron. No matter how small or completely non-personal the letters were; they kept her going.

She was diagnosed as clinically depressed the summer between fifth and sixth year. Her parents had no idea what to do with her, they were already dealing with their own grief. They tried to help, but in the end Hermione just started faking it. Sometimes, she could actually believe that she was OK. That life could really just be that simple for her. Although, it didn't help her, just made her recede into herself more. What didn't help her was that other than the doctors that made her parents notice, no one else could tell. And the only reason my parents notice was because I was admitted into the hospital, she thought bitterly. Mentally slapping herself for going down the Blame-My-Parents path again. Even though it is my fault. Hermione's parents had had a divorce in fifth and sixth year, that was one of the reasons she was diagnosed as depressed. Ron wouldn't understand what a divorce even was and whenever she brought it up parents in general to Harry he flinched. It just felt insensitive. And since they weren't at her house for the summer and lived at Hogwarts during the school year. Then the accident happened...

Gladly, she arrived at her classroom door; freeing her mind of the disheartening thoughts. Taking a micro-second of a moment to prepare herself for her normal facade, she pushed the door open. The disapproving face of Professor McGonagoll staring up at her.

"Wrong classroom, Ms. Granger. Pay more attention to your schedule next time." She said in her normal icy tone. Without saying anything, Hermione just closed the door. She was cursing in her head for not paying closer attention. Of course! She remembered now that she had look at her Tuesday schedule instead of Wednesday, which was today. Her eyes widened. She was supposed to be Herbology right now. Quickly glancing at her watch as she began to speed walk, she saw that she was now five minutes late. Which doesn't sound bad except the green rooms were literally across the castle. Clutching her messenger bag so that it wouldn't swing, she began running.

Fifteen minutes later, she saw the green houses and slowed to a walk. Trying to slow down her heart beat so that she wouldn't make a bigger scene than she already was. Heart still pounding, she opened the thick metal door to see the whole classroom look up at her.

"I'm very sorry I am tarty Professor Sprout." She was able to squeeze out enough oxygen to make that sentence.

"Very well. Twenty points off for being late, seeing as that's how many minutes you were late. Now sit down so I can return to our review of the Graphorns. Who can tell me, where they originated from?" Hermione spent that whole class trying to regain all the points she lost. She preferred to not hear the Gryffindors complaining about her. Again.

She spent that night in the common room for as long as possible. Nights were merciless for her. The emptiness stuck to her until she fell asleep. Because of the nightmares she had randomly, but often, she didn't want to go to sleep. So either she could stay awake and feel miserable right then; or she could go to sleep, spend an hour getting to sleep, wake up after each nightmare, then feel tired the next day. She usually switched off so she could not burnout so quickly. Also the sleeping draught that she made every month really did help.

"Hermione. 'ey!"

"Huh?" She flushed she realized he was trying to talk to her. She was lost in thought about how much she was dreading going to sleep that night. "Oh sorry. What were you saying?"

"Are you doing ok? Just seem out of it." Ron began to mumble the last bits. She wanted to roll your eyes and smile at the same time; he was always emotionally awkward. I guess it added to his "charm". However cute, she didn't want him catching on.

"Yeah was I just thinking about how many causalities was in the Gorfiac Wars in 1785. Do you know the answer?" Ha. I congratulated on my quick question even though you could have been in that class for one month and would have the answer to that question memorized. She mentally rolled her eyes at Ron deer-in-the-head-lights look. She patted his hand in a mock affectionate way. "It's ok I'll look it up".

Ron laughed. "That's Hermione's for ya! She would rather up life in a book than live it." He thought that it was really funny and was looking around. Slightly disappointed when he realized that Harry was to join in for their favorite game of Tease Hermione. But she couldn't take it tonight. It just been to hard of a week.

"One Ronald, that make sense by only a little bit." She began to tear up which used to be unusual, but a year and a half of crying in her closet with a hand over her mouth so that she didn't make any noise had changed that. "And second, don't wait up for me to come back." She tried her best to glare at him through her tears.

"Come on Herms,don't take it so seriously. I didn't mean it."

"Even if that was sincere, I wouldn't have believed it." She stormed out while trying to stuff the book in her bag so that she could free her hands. She needed them to wipe her tears away.

{****}

She had spent the night in the library... Again. It was really simple actually. She had done it a few times. Nobody would come to check to see if people had actually stayed to spend more time with the books that had been categorized as homework. She just hid in one of the stalls of the girls restroom until she heard Madame Pince's normal locking spell. After that she would wait five minutes, then move to her normal corner by the muggle books. There were two reasons why she loved it. One, there was usually less people in this section. Two, it felt like home.

Her parents were gone so much that she after her nanny put her and her brother to bed she would crawl out and read the fairy tales to him. They used to pretend that they were the characters of Peter Pan. Even when he was nine and she was fourteen they would play that game. She was also Wendy and he was always Peter, the younger brother. He used to whisper in her ear that she was too smart for a Prince Charming, she needed a Peter Pan that would take her out of her world of books and show her some fun.

Whenever, she could barely stand not having him anymore, she would pull out her copy that he had given her. He had given it to her as a Sweet Sixteen present. He had saved up money from his dog walking job to buy her this himself. The best part of it was what he wrote on the inside.

I'll always fly with you – Dominic

Some days she couldn't bear to look at it. It hurt so much. She carried the guilt with her everywhere. It was her fault. Everything was her fault.

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