AUTHORS NOTE: This fic is set in first year, starting right after the whole winGARdiom leviOOSa bit taking Hermione's perspective. I am currently planning on one or two chapters, but we'll see what happens, this is my first fic, so keep that in mind as well the fact that I'm American, so I apologize for any mistakes made.
Now let me make this clear: I am not and never will be JK Rowling, aka I do not own anything but the ideas in my head.
I walked out of charms incredibly frazzled, Professor Flitwick just had to partner me with Ron! I mean, I like Professor Flitwick just fine but really, Ron? One of the most trouble prone, insensitive, rudest boys I've ever met and- "It's no wonder no one can stand her," came Ron's irritating voice just ahead of me, "she's a nightmare, honestly." I couldn't help it, my eyes were already misting over and I accidentally smacked into Harry as I sprinted away as fast as is possible with a two ton book bag on your shoulder.
After awhile I slowed my reckless pace as I approached the dreary old girls bathroom. I stopped in front of a mirror. Realizing I looked every bit as horrible as I felt, the tears stated flowing again. There was a painful stitch in my side, my hair was even messier and bushier than usual, my face was red and splotchy, my nose was running at an alarming rate, I still had no friends and my parents were doubtful that magic existed at all. Everything was falling apart around me and there was nothing I could do.
Hearing foot steps I dashed into a stall "Hermione? Are you in there?" it was Parvati Patil, she was nice but best friends with Lavender Brown who was a terrible gossip "You ok?"
"I just want to be left alone" my voice sounded pitiful even to my own ears,
"Should I tell professor you feel sick or something?"
"that's fine" I mumbled back,
"Are you sure you're fine?" she questioned again, sounding concerned,
"positive" I said just to be rid of her. It was kind of nice to be left to my pity party.
*3 hours later*
I still felt fairly helpless and pitiful, but I had written a letter to my parents and done a page of homework, it felt good to be productive and I was kind of hungry so I was considering leaving while there was still food to be had at the Great Hall, but just as I was packing up I realized that it smeled horrible even for a bathroom. And it was just getting worse, thud. Thud. Thud. Slam, click, click. That was the door, closing and locking! Crouching down to see what or who I now shared the bathroom with I peeped underneath the stall door, then I did somthing that was a very, very bad idea. I screamed, loud. I didn't know what else to do, it was a great big mountain troll, at least twelve feet tall! The hulking creature looked confused for a second and then smashed it into the stall next to me utterly demolishing it. My eyes widened, I would be dead in an instant if I move! Starting to hyperventilate I scuttled out of the stall and under one of the sinks. At that very instant the very people who drove me here burst into the bathroom, Ron and Harry.
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