DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING. NOTE: Thank you to all the people who reviewed. I really appreciated it. And no I didn't say no flames. But I do now. I don't mind criticism as long as it's constructive. So on one another chapter. Please note that some of the Characters may be a little out of character for a lot of the story. This story is based on a walk to remember but I will still make a few changes here and there. But they will only be little changes nothing drastic. This chapter contains a few quotes from "a walk to remember".

Hermione woke up early as always on Saturday morning. Deciding that it was an awful waste of time to just lie in bed all morning, she grabbed her jacket to take a walk around the school grounds.

While she was strolling around the lake she suddenly felt very weak. Sighing she made her way towards the hospital wing to receive yet another potion from Madam Pomfrey.

When she reached the hospital wing a frustrated Madam Pomfrey greeted her.

"Who is it now?" she angrily said but when she saw it was Hermione her featured softened slightly.

"Sorry about that dear. Sit down over there. Did you have another dizzy spell? I'll get the potion for you in a minute a just have to deal with Mr.Creevy over there."

"Sure. Over on my usual bed then?" Hermione slowly made her way over to the bed slowly and sat down sighing. She knew that things would eventually get bad. She had known since she had found out in her fifth year. But she found that in the past few months more than ever she had started to fell unwell more and more and her trips to Madam Pomfrey and the hospital wing had become more frequent.

She decided to stop wallowing in her own self-pity. She would live her life to full until the end.

What was the point of worrying about what would happen?

She had still had time to live her life and live it she would. Trying to find something else to think about she looked around the room. In the very corner she spotted someone who she recognised. A sixth year Gryffindor, Colin Creevy. From what Hermione could see he looked badly bruised.

As Madam Pomfrey made her way over to Hermione she muttered something along the lines of "peer pressure" "always the innocent ones that get hurt".

"What was that?" Hermione inquired.

"I really shouldn't be telling you but, you will probably hear an exaggerated version of the story around the school anyway" Madam Pomfrey began. " Mr.Creevy over there is in a coma because of the antics of Mr. Potter and probably his friends. It seems from what Dumbledore has told me that Colin jumped from his broom into the lake."

"Why would he do such a thing?" Hermione asked puzzled. But then she thought "Peer pressure?"

"Exactly. It seems like Mr. Potter agreed to let him join his "gang" if he jumped into the lake. But unfortunately things didn't go quite as smoothly because Colin smashed his head against a rock and knock himself out."

"Were they punished?"

"Since Potter was the only one still there when Argus reached the lake Potter was the only one punished."

"I knew some of them could be heartless and cruel but I thought that they had their limits." Hermione voiced disgustedly.

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Later that morning, Hermione strolled over to the Hall to get some breakfast when she encountered Harry, Ron, Seamus, Lavender and Parvati.

They could have politely said hi or even ignored her. But they had to insult her.

"Nice jumper." Sniggered Parvati sarcastically.

"Thanks" Hermione replied. She could taken offence or come up with a comeback but Hermione decided that they weren't worth it. There was no point in getting angry over THEM. Life was short enough without making unnecessary enemies.

If she let their snide remarks hurt her she would only give them satisfaction and she was definitely not going to do that.

Hermione had few friends but she would rather have absolutely friend them by friend with heartless, shallow insensitive jerks. Since her first year she had become less argumentive and bossy because as she grew older she realised that it made more enemies than friends.

Ignoring the sniggers of her peers made her way to the table getting breakfast and buried her head in yet another book.

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Harry reluctantly sauntered to the library dreading tutoring first years for an hour. He didn't really expect to see anyone her knew but then he saw a familial face.

"Granger" he muttered, noticing her presence.

He shouldn't have been surprised really why wouldn't the smartest, and in his opinion saddest girl in the whole school be tutoring.

"Potter" she said giving a curt nod, as she went back to helping a student.

Harry plonked himself down next to a student and said gruffly.

"What do you want help with?"

"Everything. I can't get the hang of Transfiguration."

"Okay. I am guessing we will work on that then.

For the hour they tried again and again but to no avail to transfigure an orange into an apple. But the poor child only seemed to be able to turn it into a pineapple.

Finally giving up he shouted.

"I think this is bullshit." As he stormed out of the room.

"So do I." Harry sighed, "So do I."

Then realising the hour was up he flung his bag on his shoulder and strolled out of the room. He was barely two yard from the door when Hermione caught up with him.

"Are you going to visit Colin Creevy in the hospital wing?" she said getting to the point.

"Is this your idea of small talk because if it is your social skills could do with some work."

"Are you going to visit him?"

"Why should I? I didn't force him to jump he did it of his own free will."

"Its called peer pressure."

"What did you read about that in one of your precious books?"

"Don't pretend you know me."

"But I do." Harry said smugly. "You are in most of my classes and have been for the past seven years. Top of the class, no wait year. Always perfect, goody two shoes Hermione Granger who owns exactly one jumper."

"Thoroughly predictable." She lazily replied.

"Do you not care what people think of you?"

"No" she said quickening her stride leaving a puzzled Harry behind.

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