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Only I
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Hermione woke up early in the morning. She rubbed her eyes and freed herself from her sheets. The girl walked to the window and looked at the horizon. The touch of pink and orange was at her sight as a small smile was slowly seen on her face.
It is September first. The first day of classes. She prepared herself and was ready to leave by 10:00. She never talked to her parents or even said goodbye. She all by herself…alone.
Being all of seventeen, she could already apparate. But what will she do in the remaining one hour?
Wait…that's the answer. Wait…alone.
When she came, there were already a few students making their way to their chosen compartments with their friends. Some who knows her, greeted her but left her standing there…waiting.
These were the instances when she felt coldness seep inside her. She was always lonely…always. And she was tired of it all. People not understanding her… her parents always pressuring her to be the best… students at school insulting her and saying she was an annoying know-it-all… she was so tired of it that she just wanted to fade away…without any trace.
Draco came a little while later. The sight of Hermione standing alone caught his attention as he looked around.
A smirk came over his face as he walked towards Hermione and said, "Here early, Granger? Where are your little friends? Ha! I know…late, as usual."
She replied his smirk with a sarcastic smile reserved specially for him.
"And where are you little friends, may I ask? In fact, they're so little that when you walk around between them, you seem like you'll be squashed into your little ferret form…" she said then laughed at Malfoy's furious face.
"Ha, ha, ha. Funny, Granger. Let's see if you could still laugh like that at school…I'm head boy…" he threatened.
"Who cares if you're head boy? You're just lucky I'm not head girl because if I am…you will surely go nuts." Hermione fired back.
With a last look at Hermione, Draco proceeded to a compartment where Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy are already waiting for him.
Hermione continued to glare at his back as he walked towards the train. But then her face turned to her usual sad expression. See turned her eyes to the floor, as she felt hot, salty tears welling up in her orbs.
They see her as a strong person, never to be bent by problems and insult. But they were so wrong about their impression about her. Yes maybe she is strong outside but inside…she was really crying in tears. She's just a simple person like anyone…aching for acceptance she never felt.
Yes, they may think she has everything. Good parents, very high intellect…friends and of course, as anyone has, enemies. They have seen her as one of the most intellectual students in Hogwarts. But…when will they just accept her as a normal girl who also has feelings?
"Hermione? What are you doing standing there? You could've just saved us seats." Ron said as a greeting to his bushy-haired best friend.
"Oh, yeah." Hermione said, turning around, coming up to her senses. She picked up her luggage and secretly wiped her tears.
"Hi, Hermione. Haven't seen you for ages." Harry greeted.
"Yeah, let's get going I'm sorry I'm pretty preoccupied that I forgot to look for a compartment." Hermione said smiling up at them.
"Hermione, your eyes…" harry started.
"Lack of sleep because of excitement." She hurriedly explained.
"Okay…"
"C'mon! The train will leave without us!" Ron, who seemed not to hear the conversation of his two best friends, said.
"Hey! You three!" Molly Weasley shouted behind them, helping Ginny with her things. "Goodluck in your last year! Enjoy yourselves!" she said now ushering Ginny onto the train.
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Ron talked and talked about his and Harry's summer. But Hermione never heard any of these. Her mind is travelling back to her problems and pains.
When will these things stop to come? When she's already dead?—
"Uh…Hello Hermione? Are you still listening? Earth to Hermione Granger!" Ron almost shouted waving his hand in front of Hermione's face.
"Oh…uhh…sorry. I was just thinking about something." She explained, looking away from them.
"Tell us Hermione. Do you have any problem? You've been thinking a lot ever since we saw you." Harry said, concerned.
"I'm just…excited for our last year, is all." She said nonchalantly, looking for a book and standing up.
"Hey, where re you--?" Ron started to ask.
"I'll find Ginny and chat for a few minutes with her." Before Harry and Ron could asked her any more questions, their compartment door was shut and Hermione was gone.
"Do you feel like Hermione's hiding something from us?" Ron asked Harry.
Harry just nodded, still looking at the closed door. He just wished Hermione would trust them with her deepest problems. They're bestfriend's after all.
'Is she afraid she'll be misunderstood?' Harry thought. 'Nah, she's not like that…'
Or so he thought.
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A cliff hanger right? Well, that's it… wait for the next chap…ahehe…
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