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Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room, staring listlessly at her packed suitcase. Yes, it was time to go home, she knew that, but what was keeping her from the end-of-year-festivities in the Great Hall?
In her mind, Hermione was thinking. She didn't want to go back home; whenever she went, it was like she was a stranger. Sure, she recognized everyone, but she didn't know them. There was a difference, and a huge one at that.
Hermione wanted to stay at Hogwarts. There, she was safe and could learn more, right? Or, she could go home, and stay in the Muggle world forever. She just couldn't stand being moved from one world to another, anymore...
That's what Hermione told herself she was thinking. But they were only excuses for her real thoughts.
What kind of world was she living in? She learned so much from her magical school, but sometimes, a girl just wants to be normal. She wanted to have more friends, with which she could joke around with; she wished she could be at a regular Muggle school, learning Math B, or calculus, and biology. Hermione wanted to stay out late after school, hang out with people, go to the mall. You know, ordinary things.
But here she was, a smart witch, learning new spells every day. But where would that lead her in life? She would graduate, get a job, and earn money, but for some reason, that just wasn't enough... Not for Hermione Granger, no thank you.
And as she thought of all these things, Hermione started getting desperate. Her patience was wearing thin. Her fake, cheerful facade that deluded others was fading. She wanted out, out, OUT. Confused thoughts swirled through the witch's head.
But just as the brown-haired girl was about to scream in frustration, she heard voices:
"'Mione, you okay?"
"Come on down to the feast!"
Hermione looked up, and saw her two best friends, Ron and Harry, looking at her worriedly.
"Yea, I'm fine, just a little tired, that's all..."
"Oh, well, here, why in the world d'you have your suitcase out already? I'll help you bring it up... Argh, Harry, help, this thing must have bricks in it..."
Hermione let her friends' voices calm her down. She put on a serene smile, and went over to help. Maybe life wasn't so bad after all...
Not when you have friends...
A/N: I hope this wasn't dark again... it did have a happy-ish ending anyway, and I know, somwhere in the middle it's confusing, but that's like an example of what she's thinking. Please review!