You Don't See Me

Ok let me start by apologising whole-heartedly about this fic. It's a bunch of crap but it had to be written or it wouldn't leave my head. I would also like to ask for people to find it in their hearts not to flame me too severely but do review. I don't believe in the saying "if you don't have something nice to say don't say anything at all" I go more for the "if you don't have anything nice to say lie through your teeth and bitch about it later" Oh also please don't tell me how unlike Hermione my character is. I know it's true but I'm just really bad at consistency
I got the story title from the Josie and the pussycat's song, and the chapter title from the Bill Bryson book. I don't own Hermione (as if you didn't know) and this is my pathetic attempt at a disclaimer Chapter 1: A stranger here myself

As she looked at her surroundings, Hermione gave a deep sight that expressed her brief yet complete mental and physical bliss in this uncharted world. She soaked in this moment realising the chance of it lasting were slim to none.

Propping herself against a tree she marvelled at the variety of creatures that tried their best to hid themselves whilst intrigued by this new breed that had made itself comfortable on top of several unsuspecting insects.

Hermione smiled. She had only become separated from her friends and found herself in this forest a few hours ago, but she already felt she belonged here and she had been missing out on this bliss for so many years. Yet, no matter how much she tried to resist it, her mind had already begun asking questions and telling her heart to think logically. The main topic of debate is whether she could trust a place that seemed to have materialised out of no-where. These internal arguments often plagued her and she could help feeling slightly disconcerted at how her body parts seemed to have minds of their owns, and they often disagreed

Over all the internal talk and external animal activity, Hermione distictley heard a young man crying out in agony. It chissiled its way into her brain and the nearness of it unsettled her greatly.

She hardly noticed herself stand up, but she was ertain she must of and she was walking in the direction of the cry before her other body parts got a look in. As she walked she faintly heard the some voices in her head bitching about her instincts.

'Nothing but trouble, that new comer,' the voice was extremely calculated and reminded her of what she sounded like when she told Harry and Ron how stupid they were being.

'I don't often say this, but you're not wrong there' said another voice that sounded more rhythmic and more emotional than the first.

'It is always worrying when you can hear your body talking about you behind your back!' Hermione said keeping her mind off what she may face behind the bush the stood tall ahead of her.