She sat there, for god knows how long, she sat there still as a statue. Hermione Granger one renowned for being loud and talkative. Normally she had an input on everything but today September 1st on the scarlet train to Hogwarts she had said nothing. No hello, no how was your summer, just nothing. She had caramel brown hair that fell in loose ringlets down her back to just past her shoulder blade. Her honeycomb eyes were lifeless staring out the window. The others in her train compartment were talking lively; excited to be going back to their second home but Hermione just sat there. The strange thing was though that her friends remained either completely oblivious to the fact she was not talking or they didn't care.
"So Hermione how was your holidays? Meet any new guys? Oh wait your always too busy reading books!" the scathing comment came from the fiery redhead – Ginny Weasley, though Hermione and Ginny had never been close the words had still burned her. Hermione continued to sit there not even dignifying the redhead with a blink of her eyes.
"Hermione I don't think you should ignore Ginny like that!" his emerald green eyes were staring at her, searching for an answer to her strange behaviour. Harry's messy black hair had grown a lot over the summer; it was still as unruly as ever. Hermione still did not move, her insides ached, she felt as though she were on fire, she missed her mum and her dad.
"Hermione for god sake! Answer us damn it you're not the only one struggling with this bloody war! Honestly we've all had to pay the damn price so get over yourself and grow the hell up!" Ronald Weasley the most insensitive jerk on the planet. His carrot coloured hair was a lot shorter then what Hermione remembered Mrs. Weasley must have had a go at him for having it so long. Harry gave Ron a look but Hermione still did not make move to answer them, but she had flinched at Ron and his proclamation. The wizarding war was going bad muggleborns were being targeted the most and Hermione Granger was a muggleborn not to mention the fact she was Harry Potter's sidekick; that made it even worse.
"Ron's right you know Hermione we've all had to make sacrifices, I'm sure your parents can handle themselves! Honestly their grown adults, they'll be fine. You have no trust in the order honestly!" he was all huffy, mad that she was taking for granted how easy she had it. Hermione couldn't take it anymore she had to get out of that damn room, they were suffocating her.
"I'll see you guys later!" she managed to choke the words out as she stumbled out the compartment. The corridor was deserted and the air felt cool on her face. Hermione went the only place where she knew where it would be quiet and no one else ever went. Holding her head high she walked to the end of the carriages to the last – the luggage compartment. It was charmed to be ridiculously big, so big that you could get lost.
Hermione began to look for a comfortable spot where she could just sit and be. She settled herself down leaning against a Hufflepuffs trunk and sitting on what looked like a blanket of some sort. Hermione rested her head against the trunk, closing her eyes for security. Her mother and fathers image were burned into her eyes, they were all that she could she. They were smiling, happy to be with her. At some point she must have drifted off to sleep.
Hermione was dreaming of the summer that had just been. She, her mum and her dad were on a beach. Brilliant white sand was coarse in her toes and the deep blue ocean had waves crashing down on the shore. Birds were chirping at the bright sun. There was a light breeze making Hermione's hair blow around her face. They were all having a fantastic time swimming, eating, sunbathing and sandcastle making. As the day had grown late though dark clouds had been building up in the sky, the wind had picked up and it had started to drizzle. The weather was unwelcoming on the beach so the Granger's had packed up and were begging to walk back up to the hotel they had been staying at.
They reached the hotel room; Hermione had decided to take a shower to wash the sand and salt of her tanned body. As she stepped out of the shower with her towel wrapped around her body she stepped out into the living room where she was met by her mother and fathers rotting corpses.
Hermione shot up, panting from the image of her parents; she refused to remember them like that. When she had seen her parents marred bodies she had immediately thought logically, she would never see that image again, she would only think of happy times and memories. But her sub-conscious had betrayed her, making her remember the way she had found them in her dreams.
Pulling herself up, she straightened her shirt, flattened her hair and wiped the sweat off her face, she began the journey back to the compartment. Before she reached the over-crowed compartment she had quickly ducked into the bathroom to wash her face and fix her hair. No one could know where she had been and what she had dreamt.
Roughly Hermione managed to pull open the heavy door with her petite frame. But as she looked up she was not met by her friends familiar faces, she was met by the one and only Draco Malfoy. It would have been alright if he had of been sitting there with a couple of mates Hermione could easily have bolted out the door and train carriage and hidden but this was disgusting yet intriguing at the same time. Yes Hermione knew everything there was to know about sex and making out but definitely not from experience it had only been from books and the see Malfoy feeling a girl up with their lips glued together it was –
"Dracoooo!" her whinny voice must've been annoying, he had certainly picked her for her looks. "Whose she? You could've told me we were having a threesome! I could've come way more prepared!"
"Ha-ha, yeah Granger why don't you join us? You seemed to be enjoying the show!" he had a smirk plastered on his face, his chiselled face. His usually perfect platinum blonde hair was out of place and hung over his steel grey eyes. Hermione felt an old spark.
"Yeah totally Malfoy. I'm going to degrade myself down to you and your whore's level! Yep definitely sounds like a plan!" she attempted to slam the door on her way out but her fragile frame barely got it too move. She could hear his roaring laughter as she quickly walked down the carriage.
Hermione reached the right compartment but before opening the door she overheard some of the conversation.
"Ginny she had no right to treat you that way! No excuses!" that was definitely Harry's voice, always standing up for his girlfriend or was she his ex now?
"Yer Gin she had absolutely no right!" that was Ron, jerk.
"I was kind of harsh to her though, I did say a pretty mean comment." There was silence for a few seconds.
"I wonder what has got her this way though, we were talking about Hogwarts A History and she didn't even say anything and that's her favourite book, ever!" Ron, so they had even attempted to use books to get me to talk, they wouldn't even address me directly, it had been there last resort.
"Look Ron she's just being Hermione, a selfish cow who thinks she is better then everyone cause she thinks she knows everything from all the bloody books she's read!" Hermione ran from the door the words had hurt, her friends had turned on her because she was struggling with the loss of her parents. The tears began to freely flow as she bumped into a solid object in her path of escape.