An: Thanks so much for the reviews received for chapter 6, never do I expect 96 reviews for only 6 chapters. So much thanks to my reviewers, all smiles to you.

I had actually wrote the first half of this chapter before my exams started. So sorry I took awhile finishing it. Yep, damn exams. Lets all curse school to hell.

Well, anyways, without further ado, I present you with chapter seven.

Misfit – 07 – Not because I lost you

As the sun rose, there was a distinct rim of dazzling orange visible over the mountains and the sky about it was colorless and bright. The light fell upon Hermione's face. She sighed, getting herself up from her bed. It was Monday once again and the weekend she long loved had passed away now.

After a very long and deliberate time in the bathroom, Hermione made her way down the hall, carelessly lingering about, taking her time. She had entered just in time for mail time as the saw a crowd of owls flying past the four long tables. This morning like every other morning since the Slytherin dinner, had been full of more owls than Hermione would've pleased. In fact, she would've frowned of some sort if it weren't for everyone watching her move and simultaneously catching letters from his or her parents as their owls' hooted pass noisily.

She grumbled mentally inside. It was amusing to say the least, how people can multi-task when there's hot gossip. Sighing heavily, Hermione made her way towards the Gryffindor table next to Harry and a whole heap of letters.

"Morning," she said roughly, eyeing on the pile of letters, giving a slight frown.

"Don't worry, you're sharing the limelight," Harry replied, motioning towards the Slytherin table, which too was filled with letters.

"Its about time they get over it," Hermione said briskly.

"Welcome to my world," Harry grinned. "Besides, not all the letters are yours. Some are mine still. I keep only my loyal ones."

Hermione growled. "Rita continually asking questions again?"

Harry nodded, "I must say though, her dedication impresses me. She managed to owl every single Gryffindor and Slytherin."

This caused Hermione to look up from her cereal. Glancing around, she realized that Harry's words were indeed the truth. Every single Gryffindor and Slytherin were clutching at least two letters in their hands: one from their parents and another in silver enveloped which distinctively was from Rita. Hermione grumbled again and turned back to Harry.

"…Even Ron?" she asked.

Harry nodded. "Yea…especially Ron."

"Is he ok? Have you spoken to him yet?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded. But instantly added when he saw Hermione's face lit up, "Not much though. All he said was he needed time alone."

Hermione's face fell, "Oh."

Seeing Hermione's sad face, Harry added, "He'll be fine. It's just a bit of a shock…you know? I mean it has been for all of us," his eyes met Hermione's.

"I know, I'm sorry Harry. I should've told you sooner but you know I just-" Hermione started but Harry cut her off.

"I understand Hermione," he replied, giving her reassurance.

Hermione hugged Harry. She was glad to have Harry there for her. Releasing from the hug, she smiled.

"Thanks."

After the first two lessons of Transfiguration and Arithmancy, Hermione took the chance during break to see Ron.

She had found him at in an abandoned classroom, still packing up.

"Hi," she said quietly, after standing there watching him pack gradually.

Ron looked up, then pretended to not notice Hermione and continued packing.

"Look…Ron, I-" Hermione started, taking a deep breath, "I sorry that I didn't tell you before but I-"

"I don't care," Ron said, interrupting her.

"Look, I know you're upset but can't you just let me finish?" Hermione said in a pleading tone.

"I don't care," Ron repeated again, as he walked briskly past Hermione.

She grabbed his arms, "Ron…" Hermione started.

Ron spun around, looking down at Hermione's hand, which was gripping on his arm.

"Ron…please, why can't you just accept it like everyone else?"

Ron looked into Hermione's eyes, as if her eyes told a story of betrayal. "Because I love you Hermione."

Hermione looked shocked. She didn't expect it from Ron, she opened her mouth to reply but closed for she was speechless.

After an awkward silence, Ron continued. "Why can't things go back to the way they were Hermione? Back then, you were happy, I was happy, we were happy together."

"Ron, you left me," Hermione replied, tears swelling up in her eyes.

"You pushed me away Hermione, it was like I didn't even know you," Ron said.

"I had lost my parents, do you have any idea how that feels? I felt lost and alone. Yet you left me because you couldn't stand it. You didn't want to face it, you didn't want to face the fact that I was emotionally suffering. Ron, you were never there for me." By now, Hermione was let streams of tears flow.

But she continued before Ron could retort. "You know what hurts me the most isn't the fact that I lost you, but because…" She inhaled for a breath, looking into Ron's eyes, "but because that if it had been me in your situation, I would've been there Ron, I've helped you and now I know what a complete waste that would've been."

Hermione walked passed Ron, quickly turned to the left corridor. She stopped, wiping her tears, turning around to find Ron not there. Leaning against the wall, Hermione broke down. Her teary face sunk into her palms.

Hermione cried, she cried for her parents, for her, for Ron, for the way things were. Like a broken glass, Hermione felt shattered…and once again she felt like there was no one to pick up the pieces…

Pansy took a walk around the castle after having a heating discussion with Draco about a potions essay. Draco could be such a kid sometimes.

Deciding that the unused Quidditch pitch was a good place, Pansy headed past towards the center. She loved the smell of the pitch. It smelt fresh, it smelt of something that was captivating, something stimulating and Pansy often felt that, in life, that was what she needed, a draught of some sort.

Pansy placed herself down on the fresh grass. The sight of Hogwarts was breath-taking. The cool breeze that swept past her face, gave her a sensation like none before. She breathed in, and finally opened her eyes to a heaven of blue.

She sighed, the sky is so ensnaring at times…so captivating, as like life, a captivating cadence that always forced Pansy to smile. Indeed life has its down hills, but Pansy let it not fear her. She would pause and listen, listen for that very beat present around her. To Pansy, that was the essence of life…what everything comes down to is faith. Pansy above all people, had faith. No matter how long it would take, Pansy knew that one day, people will start to see anew and Slytherins will no longer be classified as cold. Pansy knew that one day, she would have a chance to talk to Harry Potter…not as a Slytherin, but as an equal…as someone who cares.

AN: I seriously think that the two weeks break from fan fiction has done my English damage. Apologies if that was crap. I shall try and update next week!

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