Hermione
Hermione was in the dorm she had shared with Lavender and Parvati since first year. Sixth year was no different. She quietly put her things away, reminding herself to do a quick job as Harry and Ron would be waiting for her. On the other side of the room, she could hear the faint whispering of her roommates.
'That's right! I heard it on the train!'
'They're just using her? I knew it all along!'
Hermione had an impression they were talking about her, but didn't really want to infer. Walking down to common room, she noticed that she couldn't find her two best friends. Deciding that they were late, she sat on one of the plush armchairs and fell back on the train ride.
Peep the style and the kids checking for it
The number one question is how could you ignore it
And drop right back in the cut over basement tracks
With raps that got you backing this up like
Rewind that we're just rolling with the rhythm
Rise from the ashes of stylistic division
With these non-stop lyrics of life living
Not to be forgotten but still unforgiving
But in the meantime there are those who want to talk this and that
So I suppose that it gets to a point where feelings got to get hurt
And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt
It goes
As usual, she had arrived at the station an hour earlier, and met Harry and Ron fifty-five minutes later. She had bothered asking them about their summers, which they had responded with great enthusiasm, something which she herself did not have.
They had described to her the fun they had, never once apologizing for not asking her to come along. And never once did they ask her about her summer too, and neither did she tell them.
They had disappeared a while later, and she didn't see them till they all got on the same carriage to Hogwarts.
Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me
Told you everything loud and clear
But nobody's listening
Call to you so clearly but you don't want to hear me
Told you everything loud and clear
But nobody's listening
Hermione stood up and headed towards the boys' dormitory. She walked in and noticed that Neville was the only one there.
"Hi Neville, where's Ron and Harry?"
"Hi Hermione, they went down an hour and a half ago."
Hermione's face fell. They had left her waiting for them for more than an hour. Composing herself, she thanked Neville and walked to the library, where they were supposed to go to look up Harry's latest dreams. Noticing that they were not in the library, Hermione felt the familiar anger and hurt within her.
Calming herself, she pulled out a Divination book, a subject she hated, yet willing to go through in order to help Harry.
I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress
Handful of anger, held in my chest
A few minutes before the library closed, she picked up the notes she had gathered and walked back to the common room.
'Amelius.'
She found Harry and Ron sitting in their usual seats at the fireplace, she walked over to them, only to find that they had company. Mainly Lavender and Parvati.
'Sorry Hermione, but there's no more space left for you.'
Hermione knew very well, that a simple conjuring spell would have solved the problem, but instead she had left without saying a word.
And everything left's a waste of time
I hate my rhymes, but hate everyone else's more
I'm riding on the back of this pressure
Guessing that it's better I can't keep myself together
Because all of this stress gave me something to write on
The pain gave me something I could set my sights on
Never forget the blood sweat and tears
The uphill struggle over years the fear and
Trash talking and the people it was to
And the people that started it just like you
Hermione sat on her bed, clutching the notes tightly. Tears ran down her face, as she thought of the rejection she was getting. Crookshanks jumped into her lap, licking her face curiously. Hugging the orange cat, her sobs subsided as the familiar presence comforted her.
Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me
Told you everything loud and clear
But nobody's listening
Call to you so clearly but you don't want to hear me
Told you everything loud and clear
But nobody's listening
Hermione lay down, still embracing her cat.
"You're all I have left. How pitiful."
Hermione stayed up the rest of the night, staring at the ceiling, drapes protecting her from the outside world.
I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress
Nobody's listening
Handful of anger, held in my chest
Nobody's listening
Uphill struggle
Blood sweat and tears
Nobody's listening
Nothing to gain
Everything to fear
Nobody's listening
Coming at you from every side