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Hermione sat in Professor Binns History of Magic class. She went into a daze for the first time ever in a class. Her gaze was at the piece of parchment in front of her. The quill in her hand was moving rapidly across the paper. She was contemplating what she wanted to do in her life, writing the possibilities:
- Get Married
- Have Children
- Get a Job
- Fall in Love
Her quill hesitated. Then she crossed them all out. She knew what she really wanted to do, not exist. She hated her life and everything about it. She hated Ron and Harry for never really noticing her. It hurt her deeply to think that way, because she thought she was truly in love with Ron, but he would never fall for a bookworm like her. She hated her parents for being muggles. Did they not realize how hard this was on her? Being called a mudblood everyday. She hated school and always being expected to do well. She hated her teachers for the same reason she hated school. She hated the other Gryffindors for never really paying attention to her. She hated herself for being smart, nice, and ugly. Tears welled up in her eyes as they always did when she thought of her future. She excused herself to go to the hospital wing, she explained she was not feeling well.
Out in the halls Hermione made her way to a hall that was less travelled by the student body and collapsed. She pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face in her thighs and cried. After a few minutes she pulled the parchment from the bag she had been writing on earlier. Her quill and ink were pulled out after. Hermione began to write all the things she hated about herself on the paper. The list grew and grew. The tears stopped and were replaced by anger. Angry at herself for thinking like this, angry and the world. Why wouldn't it all just end? She looked to her watch and saw that class was nearly over. Her bag was snatched from the ground and everything was stuffed into it. She ran to the common room before everyone could file into the halls, and possibly find her. Sanctuary for her was found in her room. Her bed sheets engulfed her. She lay on her side as she heard the door swing open.
"Moine? Are you alright? Harry and Ron asked me to come and check on you. Is it true you left class?" Hermione rolled over and looked to the door to see a shocked Ginny Weasley standing there. Ginny was Ron's younger sister, and her best girl friend.
"I don't want to talk about this Gin, I don't feel well." Hermione turned from her friend, hiding more tears.
"Um... well, if you will be alright -"
"Yeah, I will be fine. Don't worry about it. I'll come down in a bit, I just need a little rest." With that Ginny left the room quietly.
~*~
"What's going on? Is she alright? Will she be at classes tomorrow?" Ron bombarded Ginny with questions as soon as she descended the staircase.
"Ron! She will be fine. She just isn't feeling well. I don't know if she will be at classes. She said she might come down later." Ginny pushed past Ron to sit with Harry on the overstuffed couch in the middle of the common room. Ron let out a sigh of relief.
Hermione was like Ron's second little sister. He never wanted her hurt or sick. He worried constantly about her well being. She worked herself too hard according to him. She shouldn't be doing so much work. She was always doing extra work, and putting more in than she had to.
Hours past and Ron sat on one of the couches waiting for Hermione to come down and give him a report on how she was feeling. After a few hours of sitting, waiting, watching, wishing, he fell asleep on the couch.
Hermione sat in Professor Binns History of Magic class. She went into a daze for the first time ever in a class. Her gaze was at the piece of parchment in front of her. The quill in her hand was moving rapidly across the paper. She was contemplating what she wanted to do in her life, writing the possibilities:
- Get Married
- Have Children
- Get a Job
- Fall in Love
Her quill hesitated. Then she crossed them all out. She knew what she really wanted to do, not exist. She hated her life and everything about it. She hated Ron and Harry for never really noticing her. It hurt her deeply to think that way, because she thought she was truly in love with Ron, but he would never fall for a bookworm like her. She hated her parents for being muggles. Did they not realize how hard this was on her? Being called a mudblood everyday. She hated school and always being expected to do well. She hated her teachers for the same reason she hated school. She hated the other Gryffindors for never really paying attention to her. She hated herself for being smart, nice, and ugly. Tears welled up in her eyes as they always did when she thought of her future. She excused herself to go to the hospital wing, she explained she was not feeling well.
Out in the halls Hermione made her way to a hall that was less travelled by the student body and collapsed. She pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face in her thighs and cried. After a few minutes she pulled the parchment from the bag she had been writing on earlier. Her quill and ink were pulled out after. Hermione began to write all the things she hated about herself on the paper. The list grew and grew. The tears stopped and were replaced by anger. Angry at herself for thinking like this, angry and the world. Why wouldn't it all just end? She looked to her watch and saw that class was nearly over. Her bag was snatched from the ground and everything was stuffed into it. She ran to the common room before everyone could file into the halls, and possibly find her. Sanctuary for her was found in her room. Her bed sheets engulfed her. She lay on her side as she heard the door swing open.
"Moine? Are you alright? Harry and Ron asked me to come and check on you. Is it true you left class?" Hermione rolled over and looked to the door to see a shocked Ginny Weasley standing there. Ginny was Ron's younger sister, and her best girl friend.
"I don't want to talk about this Gin, I don't feel well." Hermione turned from her friend, hiding more tears.
"Um... well, if you will be alright -"
"Yeah, I will be fine. Don't worry about it. I'll come down in a bit, I just need a little rest." With that Ginny left the room quietly.
~*~
"What's going on? Is she alright? Will she be at classes tomorrow?" Ron bombarded Ginny with questions as soon as she descended the staircase.
"Ron! She will be fine. She just isn't feeling well. I don't know if she will be at classes. She said she might come down later." Ginny pushed past Ron to sit with Harry on the overstuffed couch in the middle of the common room. Ron let out a sigh of relief.
Hermione was like Ron's second little sister. He never wanted her hurt or sick. He worried constantly about her well being. She worked herself too hard according to him. She shouldn't be doing so much work. She was always doing extra work, and putting more in than she had to.
Hours past and Ron sat on one of the couches waiting for Hermione to come down and give him a report on how she was feeling. After a few hours of sitting, waiting, watching, wishing, he fell asleep on the couch.