Hermione Granger, a blissfully perfect student sat at her desk, failing what mattered to her most... love. What a feeble word, meaning nothing and something all at the same time…

"Just tell him!" She would protest over and over until her face was blotchy and her eyes glassy. Why did she have to love him, why did he have to not?

So many times she had suffered the pain and neglect of him not noticing her. Of course he wouldn't though, to have his fame, his looks, his personality, why would you want someone like ruddy bushy haired Hermione? Not wanting to hurt herself anymore she quickly picked up a book called "When the Wind Blows" a lovely novel by James Patterson she had retired to muggle literature.

"Hermione, honey, time for dinner." Said her mum enthusiastically; she knew something was not right, although she could not put her finger on it. If only…

"I am not that hungry, could you just save me some?" Asked Hermione in a meaningless tone.

"Of course love." Said her mum, a piercing sorrow in her emerald eyes.

Her mother knew not to bring up a plate; it would just be more dishes to clean. It seemed all Hermione wanted to do was sleep, sleep and cry. If only she would let it out, then maybe something could be done.

The last thing Hermione remembered was feeling tears spew from her eyes, a sharp sting in her thought, then total and complete darkness…

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Later that evening Hermione woke up, drenched in her own tears. So many times she had woken up like this, eyes glassy and unable to focus, throat swelled and raspy, head feeling as if it weighed more than a ton, oh so many times…

Realizing she was still fully dressed she threw on some old grungy clothes and effortlessly moved forth to her bed, it was upon pulling down her afghan though she felt a sudden spurt glee spread through her, one she had not felt for ages, or so it seemed. With this she feel back onto the ruffled blankets and feel into a deep slumber.

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The next morning dawned bright and early, once more feeling Hermione with a sudden aura of happiness.

After a quick shower she threw on a pair of jogging pants and a sports bra. Stopping for a quick bite of a muffin and some milk at the kitchen she made her exit out the door.

Finding her pace she took a deep cleansing breathe, the air smelled crisp and new, a strong fragrance of freshly cut grass wafted, yet a tent of daffodils lingered throughout the air.

She picked up a tune of some unknown Jewel song and hummed carelessly. Hope following her around like a jolly shadow. She could already feel it coursing through her a wonderful state of complete relaxation. New things were in store for Hermione, new wondrous things. It was just awhile away too.

Note: Oh the agony!!!!!!!! Its horrible, horrible I tell you! Oh but I 'm gonna! Just please review, I will most likely rewrite it, but just tell me if YOU think it is a good idea!