This is my 4rd fic now, but I haven't written in ages so it may not be that great. Please do R&R and if you like check out my other 2 stories and 1 short piece of writing. You can flame if you really want, but I do prefer constructive criticism!

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Chapter One

As Hermione drifted alone from room to room, she felt eyes upon her. Some pitiful, some insensitive, and other scoffing at the dark shadows beneath her eyes and dark scars beneath the surface. After losing her friends though neglect, she had lost the will to study, but still spent hours upon hours in the library writing. It was the only thing keeping her limp form alive, the creativity flowing through her veins. Today was no different. She sat by herself at "Hermione's Hole" as many of her classmates liked to call it, not in a nice fashion, and scribbled furiously at a piece of paper she had brought from home, continuing with her work.

She wrote lots of stuff, from lyrics to stories, but no one ever had any interest in them. If she was back in a muggle school where she felt things might have been easier, she could have shown her English teacher and her parents when she got home. She missed her parents so much, they had just been blessed with a beautiful baby daughter and it hurt Hermione that she couldn't grow up with her. Amelia will barely remember her in future years, just like the other students. She was already disappearing and being forgotten.

She heard giggles coming from the table behind the bookshelf in front of her and saw a tangled mess of black hair pressed up to the other side of the bookcase. Of course, it would be Harry and the object of his desires, Ginny Weasly. Hermione really did wish they would do it somewhere else, considering. Suddenly the black vanished and was replaced by long flowing fiery locks and Hermione's heart jolted. Biting the inside of her bottom lip Hermione remembered all of what Ginny had ever said to her, the nights they had shared alone together. It had been almost a year since Ginny had literally stepped away from her, and linked arms with Harry. She had walked off towards the lake with him, leaving Hermione gazing after them. Ginny had looked back, her eyes showing more emotions than words could tell, but her desire for Harry overcame returned and she faced him again. Remembering the hateful look Harry had given Hermione moments after brought tears to her eyes, which splashed solemnly on to her paper, pain spelled out in rough scribbles.

Hermione couldn't stand it any longer, in that desolate place, and packed her things away quickly and ran out of the library, followed by a glare from Madam Pince and whispers from students. She ran through the passages, knowing not where she was going but being certain of it all at once. To the Griffindor common room where she hastily shoved her bag under her bed, hoping that some one would find it later, and stumbled out of the portrait hole. Who did she meet on the way in but two sickly lovers, hand in hand, gazing in to each other's eyes. She paused, half way through, seeing Ginny's happy face and remembering a time when it was her who had caused it. Feeling the sadness and longing welling back up inside her she flew out of the portrait hole quickly, knocking in to them and causing sounds of anger and she turned round just in time to catch the filthy look on both their faces. She turned back and began to slouch down the stairs.

"Where did you go wrong?"

The voice caught her by surprise, whirling round she saw Harry by himself.

She was lost for words.

"I mean, look at you. You're pathetic." And with that he turned away shaking his head and clambered through the hole, the fat lady closing behind him. She stood there, dumbstruck for a moment, before the painting said, "He's right, you know."

And with those words Hermione flung herself down the stairs and burst out in to the dingy grounds.

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So there you go, chapter one, I hope they will get longer, I just thought that it was a good stopping point here.