A Sickening Feeling
Hermione felt a cold breeze brush against her face as she walked to Hagrid's cabin. Her
feet were sore and her ears were as cold has ice. Winter had come and Hogwarts looked like a
gigantic, human-filled, snow globe. The thing about this snow globe is that it never stopped
snowing. Hermione passed some young Hufflepuff students having a snowball fight, while some
older Slytherin boys studied for a class Hermione did not know. She never felt like paying attention
to any thing lately. All she needed was someone to talk to. Hagrid was always nice about things,
always caring and understanding. He always listened to her no matter what the situation. Harry and
Ron were boys, they didn't understand what was going on. They didn't understand that Sara wasn't who
everyone thought she was. They thought Sara was wonderful and soulful. Generally speaking they thought she
was a goddess. But Hermione knew better. She had always known better.
Hagrid's cabin seemed so far away as the snow fell slowly in front of Hermione. Everything
seemed so far away. The kiss her and Ron had shared, the conversations with Harry, the girl talk with
Ginny. Even Ron, Harry, and Ginny physically felt so far away from her. She felt this sudden jerk in
her stomach. The thought of losing all of them to Sara was nearly sickening. It made her insides turn
and tears squeeze there way through her eyes, but she never let it get to her. She had to be honest,
she envied Sara. She wanted to have Sara's long whitish blonde hair. She wanted to sing like Sara and
dance like her. It wasn't enough that Hermione was smart enough to be nearly anything. She still wasn't
as talented as Sara.
Sara was tall, thin, and beautiful. Although she wore the same clothes, same school robes as
everyone else, she seemed to look so much better in them. She seemed to really wear the school clothes.
Hermione only wished she looked half as nice in her school robes. Sara could do everything Hermione couldn't
do, as well as what she could do. Sara was a straight A student on her way to work in the department of
mysteries at the Ministry of Magic. She planned on coming up with new spells, improving medicine, writing
books. She could sing, she could act, she could dance. Every time there was a ball she asked the best guy
to go with her and they were always the main couple. She was popular and everyone loved her. Compared to
Sara, Hermione was a loser. A nerd who got picked on. A meek, pathetic little child who struggled for success
and got there. Unlike Sara, Hermione didn't always get what she wanted. She had to work hard to get places, work
hard to keep her grades up. God knows what Sara might've done to get an A in Arithmancy. What Hermione hated more
than anything, above all else, was the Ron was actually falling for this sweet, anorexic beauty. Hermione had been
seeing Ron for a while as more than friends. She had even kissed him. And even during this Sara was around. Not
physically, but she had already entered their lives. Suddenly Sara was all over Ron. And Harry for that matter.
If Hermione had it her way she would completely call Sara a horrible, man-using, woman in front of the whole
school, but she couldn't. Sara would think of a way to get back at her. Sara wasn't half as sweet as everyone thought.
Hermione arrived at Hagrid's cabin and knocked on the door. She wanted to go inside, take off her cloak
and cuddle up on the big chair and tell Hagrid all her worries. Tell Hagrid how angry she was. How she missed Ron
and Harry, and even Ginny. Hermione knocked on the door, thinking she couldn't possibly have knocked any harder.
She felt as if her knuckles were bleeding. Hagrid answered the door and Hermione could hear fang barking loudly.
"Oh, it's you Hermione!" Hagrid said with a smile, "It's awfully cold out side, why don' yeh come in?"
"Thanks, Hagrid," Hermione said, forcing a smile onto her face.
"So then, what'd the occasion be?" Hagrid said as Hermione stepped in. Hermione took off her cloak and huddled
up on the big chair by the fire, just like she expected to. "Would yeh like a cup o' tea?" Hagrid asked quietly.
"Yes, Hagrid, that would be nice," Hermione said. She got quiet for a moment, then began to talk, "I came
here to talk to you. I've been a little stressed about Ron and..."
"Yeh know, Ron came ter me about this a bit ago," Hagrid interrupted, "I think I should explain ter
yeh what he said after yer done tellin' me what's goin' on."
Hermione swallowed. Ron had come to Hagrid about this rather than talking to Harry. Ron might've been
concerned. Hermione felt little tears swell up in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, and began to tell
Hagrid what was going on.
Hermione felt a cold breeze brush against her face as she walked to Hagrid's cabin. Her
feet were sore and her ears were as cold has ice. Winter had come and Hogwarts looked like a
gigantic, human-filled, snow globe. The thing about this snow globe is that it never stopped
snowing. Hermione passed some young Hufflepuff students having a snowball fight, while some
older Slytherin boys studied for a class Hermione did not know. She never felt like paying attention
to any thing lately. All she needed was someone to talk to. Hagrid was always nice about things,
always caring and understanding. He always listened to her no matter what the situation. Harry and
Ron were boys, they didn't understand what was going on. They didn't understand that Sara wasn't who
everyone thought she was. They thought Sara was wonderful and soulful. Generally speaking they thought she
was a goddess. But Hermione knew better. She had always known better.
Hagrid's cabin seemed so far away as the snow fell slowly in front of Hermione. Everything
seemed so far away. The kiss her and Ron had shared, the conversations with Harry, the girl talk with
Ginny. Even Ron, Harry, and Ginny physically felt so far away from her. She felt this sudden jerk in
her stomach. The thought of losing all of them to Sara was nearly sickening. It made her insides turn
and tears squeeze there way through her eyes, but she never let it get to her. She had to be honest,
she envied Sara. She wanted to have Sara's long whitish blonde hair. She wanted to sing like Sara and
dance like her. It wasn't enough that Hermione was smart enough to be nearly anything. She still wasn't
as talented as Sara.
Sara was tall, thin, and beautiful. Although she wore the same clothes, same school robes as
everyone else, she seemed to look so much better in them. She seemed to really wear the school clothes.
Hermione only wished she looked half as nice in her school robes. Sara could do everything Hermione couldn't
do, as well as what she could do. Sara was a straight A student on her way to work in the department of
mysteries at the Ministry of Magic. She planned on coming up with new spells, improving medicine, writing
books. She could sing, she could act, she could dance. Every time there was a ball she asked the best guy
to go with her and they were always the main couple. She was popular and everyone loved her. Compared to
Sara, Hermione was a loser. A nerd who got picked on. A meek, pathetic little child who struggled for success
and got there. Unlike Sara, Hermione didn't always get what she wanted. She had to work hard to get places, work
hard to keep her grades up. God knows what Sara might've done to get an A in Arithmancy. What Hermione hated more
than anything, above all else, was the Ron was actually falling for this sweet, anorexic beauty. Hermione had been
seeing Ron for a while as more than friends. She had even kissed him. And even during this Sara was around. Not
physically, but she had already entered their lives. Suddenly Sara was all over Ron. And Harry for that matter.
If Hermione had it her way she would completely call Sara a horrible, man-using, woman in front of the whole
school, but she couldn't. Sara would think of a way to get back at her. Sara wasn't half as sweet as everyone thought.
Hermione arrived at Hagrid's cabin and knocked on the door. She wanted to go inside, take off her cloak
and cuddle up on the big chair and tell Hagrid all her worries. Tell Hagrid how angry she was. How she missed Ron
and Harry, and even Ginny. Hermione knocked on the door, thinking she couldn't possibly have knocked any harder.
She felt as if her knuckles were bleeding. Hagrid answered the door and Hermione could hear fang barking loudly.
"Oh, it's you Hermione!" Hagrid said with a smile, "It's awfully cold out side, why don' yeh come in?"
"Thanks, Hagrid," Hermione said, forcing a smile onto her face.
"So then, what'd the occasion be?" Hagrid said as Hermione stepped in. Hermione took off her cloak and huddled
up on the big chair by the fire, just like she expected to. "Would yeh like a cup o' tea?" Hagrid asked quietly.
"Yes, Hagrid, that would be nice," Hermione said. She got quiet for a moment, then began to talk, "I came
here to talk to you. I've been a little stressed about Ron and..."
"Yeh know, Ron came ter me about this a bit ago," Hagrid interrupted, "I think I should explain ter
yeh what he said after yer done tellin' me what's goin' on."
Hermione swallowed. Ron had come to Hagrid about this rather than talking to Harry. Ron might've been
concerned. Hermione felt little tears swell up in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, and began to tell
Hagrid what was going on.