The Harry Potter series and all its characters do not belong to me. They are the marvelous creations of the wonderful J. K. Rowling, whom I love for coming up with them; I'm just borrowing them for a bit and hoping I don't dishonor the series. I have no money, I mean no disrespect, and this is for pleasure, not profit, so please don't sue. This is part of a series I'm writing called Colors; there are three parts total, and they can be read in any order. The other two chapters are Flame Red (Harry's POV) and Black Hair, Emerald Eyes (Ron's POV). Please read them as well if you like this one.

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Quidditch. It's not my cup of tea, but sometimes… Sometimes I wish that I could be out on the field, riding my broomstick, the wind whipping through my hair. I wish I could be part of the excitement, part of a team. Part of something.

"Hermione!" Harry calls, flying over to the stands in front of where I'm sitting. His skin and hair are glistening with sweat, and he looks tired, but he's grinning anyways. "Hey! Ron and I are going to go clean up, so go ahead and head to back to the commons room. We'll be there in about fifteen minutes."

I nod and smile. "All right." He flies off, Ron joining him on the way, and they head to the locker rooms to shower.

I sigh, then get up slowly and begin to walk back to the Gryffindor commons room to wait for Ron and Harry. They had a good practice, from what I can tell. I'm usually too busy with homework to be able to watch their practices, but my professors were rather light on giving out work today, and I finished it all earlier. I'll probably end up having to do Harry and Ron's homework as well, though, so it balances out.

I hear laughing behind me, and look over my shoulder to see who it is. The Weasley twins are busy chasing each other around the campus, performing one fancy maneuver after another in an effort to outdo each other. They have huge grins on their faces; I don't think they care that they're all dirty and should really be washing up right now, or that they have homework that needs to be done. All they care about is having a good time.

I sometimes wish that I could have a brother or sister too… No matter how much they tease each other and complain, I can tell that all of the Weasley kids like having such a big family. Even Harry, who is technically an only child like me, has that void in his life filled; Ginny is like a little sister to him, and Percy, George, and Fred are practically his brothers. Ron is his best friend, which is better than a brother, or so Ron says.

Me? I'm alone. Yes, I have Ron and Harry. They're wonderful friends… But I know that they're closer to each other than to me, so it's just not the same. Most of the other students in Gryffindor are put off by my intelligence and don't want to become my friend; I've heard them talking behind my back. The Hufflepuffs are all to shy to approach me, the Ravenclaws are jealous of my achievements, and I wouldn't even consider making friends with most of the Slytherins. That leaves me with nobody to turn to for a closer companionship.

I guess that's why I haven't tried to talk to Ron or Harry about how I'm feeling. Ron would never understand; he's so close to his family, he's never really felt alone before. Harry would probably understand… But all he could do is feel sorry for me. He'd never put space between himself and Ron in order to get closer to me, and I don't expect that of him.

That leaves me green with envy, watching the people around me live, laugh, and love. Watching the world fly by, as I do my best to keep up, and maybe do a good job at something along the way.