AN; So, this will just be a bunch of drabble type things that come to me. I can't guarantee it will be updated regularly, I can't guarantee it will even be updated. Just read and review, I'm sure you know the drill from else where :)
Hermione was standing on the window ledge of the Astronomy tower window. Even now, she wasn't sure she had the courage to do it. Not that she'd been thinking about it long, after all, it didn't take much planning. All she had to do was tell everyone she was off to the library. She'd have until curfew to do it. By the time anyone realised she wasn't in her bed, she'd be gone.
Her lack of courage wasn't for want of reasons. Oh no, Hermione has plenty of reasons for this. The pressure of her rapidly changing relationship with Ron, the fact that no one seemed to want her for anything other than her homework, her quickly deteriorating relationship with her parents, the never ending strain of schoolwork, the ongoing gossip from her room mates; the list just seemed to go on. No, her lack of courage came from the little voice in her head, perhaps one of reason, perhaps one of insanity, that told her maybe, just maybe, someone would notice her gone. That someone would mourn her, once she was gone.
As she shuffled forward, so her toes overhung the edge of the window ledge, she listened for any sound that might alert her to someone noticing her absence. She heard nothing but the whisper of the wind against her dress robes. No one cared enough to notice my leave, she thought, so why would they care enough about anything?
With that final thought, Hermione Jean Granger, stepped from the tower and plummeted to her end.