DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter…sadly.
I've changed some of the story. I'm going to have had Harry, Hermione and Ron defeat Voldemort in their 3rd year just because I don't want to deal with him in my story.
Hermione Granger made a loud grunting noise at the sound of her alarm clock. It was 8:00 on a Friday morning. 'Only four hours of sleep,' she thought to herself. She looked around her room and noticed that both of her roommates were wondering about the room fixing their hair and putting on their makeup, gossiping as usual.
"It's about time you got up!" Lavender said gliding over to the window by Hermione's bed and opened the thick crimson drapes.
"Ouch! Ugh, I hate the sun!" Hermione said hatefully.
"Come on Hermione, no one can hate the sun!" Lavender said laughing at her obviously grumpy roommate.
"Yeah, well, I do! That's why I live in England." she said throwing off her blankets and going over to her wardrobe to get her school uniform out.
Hermione quietly dressed and pulled her hair back into a messy bun. Quickly running into the bathroom, she brushed her teeth and slung her school bad over her shoulder. Hermone stumbled down the steps to meet Harry and Ron like she did everyday. However, when she reached the end of the stairs, Harry and Ron where nowhere to be seen. Her heart sunk just a bit more and she trudged down to the Great Hall alone.
She sat down across from Ron and Harry like she always did. They seemed to take no notice that she was there, but she was getting used to that by now. She cleared her throat loudly to get their attention.
"Hey Harry, Ron." she said cheerfully.
"Hey Mione." they said in unison, while Harry turned back to the conversation he was having with Dean Thomas.
"Sorry we didn't wait for you Mione, Harry was in a hurry to get down here."
"It's okay Ron, I'm sure he had a good reason." There she went defending him again.
No one talked to her for the rest of breakfast, and when she got up and left the Hall to get to class early, no one said a word to her or even seemed to notice she had left. That day seemed like every other day recently; the guys leaving without her after classes, excluding her from their conversations and planning things for the up coming weekend and not even thinking of inviting her to tag along.
After lessons that day, Hermione shuffled up to the Gryffindor tower alone, as she had grown accustom to. Once she had reached her room, she threw down her bag and gazed out the window. It looked like it was about to rain. Grabbing some parchment and a quill, she raced down the steps to the Gryffindor common room and pushed her way through the portrait hole. When she was about to run out the large oak doors, she felt a hand stop her, it was Harry.
"Mione, where are you going, it looks like it's going to rain?" he sounded more confused than concerned.
"I know I love rain." she said to Harry. She could feel butterfly's begin to form in her stomach.
"Why?" he asked with a furrowed brow.
"Because when it rains, it's like the whole world's crying with me."
AN: I know that this is really slow right now, short too, but it will get better. This is my first story so please read and review! Thanks!