Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Rating: K+
Word Count: 391
Summary: Hermione's thoughts, feelings and experiences at Hogwarts, before she became friends with Harry and Ron.
The Sims 3 Progression Challenge: Personality Trait – Bookworm
Of Books and Loneliness
Hermione Granger was a bookworm. Every first year knew that.
They knew, because she spent all her free time in the library and of course because she always knew all the answers in class. When she talked, she always sounded like a walking, talking textbook.
But that was the extent of the other students' knowledge about the eleven year old girl with the bushy brown hair, who was once again sitting alone in the library on a sunny Friday afternoon, reading Hogwarts – A History for the third time in as many months.
It was all they cared to know, the young witch thought despondently. No one had bothered to really get to know her since the school year started a month ago, despite her best efforts to be nice and helpful to everyone. Not even one of the Ravenclaws, who were known for their intelligence and love of learning, had tried talking to her outside of the classroom.
She had hoped for a fresh start when she received her Hogwarts letter, a chance to finally make some friends. But all her dreams had been crushed. It was exactly like it had been at her old school. The girls in her dorm teased her about her looks and the boys called her a know-it-all. So she turned back to her beloved books for comfort, the only ones who had never let her down.
They were her escape from the real world and all its problems. When she was reading she didn't feel lonely. She submerged herself into the texts until the world around her completely faded away and she entered a world of wonder and knowledge only books could provide for her. But today she just couldn't seem to concentrate on the words.
Hermione's eyes drifted across the room and fell onto another table where she could see Lavender Brown and the Patil twins looking together at some fashion magazines, giggling madly about something. She often wished she could have someone like that, a friend who shared her interests. Maybe she should have let the hat sort her into Ravenclaw after all.
But it was too late now. No one cared for her, the bookish Gryffindor. The teachers and her parents didn't count.
A single tear slid down Hermione's face and dropped silently onto the open page, unnoticed by everyone around her.
A/N: So this is my first drabble/one-shot, ever.