A/N: short chappie, yes….but it is a chappie nonetheless….hope u enjoy and I hope it isn't too dark or sad or nething….R&R plz. Thanks.
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Hermione threw her books on the ground next to a plush armchair in the Gryffindor common room. She felt lightheaded and closer to the outer edges of herself than usual. She felt that if she was jolted particularly hard that she would bethrown right out of her skin. She threw herself across the room, attempting to shake herself awake, or shake herself outside of herself. It wasn't working.
She flung herself into a chair next to her books and put her head in her hands. No one else was in the room. She begin to rock back and forth, her eyes leaking all the sorrow and hate and jealousy and fear that she had kept within herself for so long. No one witnessed the divulging of her most secret fears. She was all alone.
Finally, she wiped her eyes and sat up. She felt drained, like someone had sucked out her heart and her insides, leaving her a hollow shell. She didn't feel better, she felt raw and open. Her pulse beat rapidly and she breathed shallowly, like a thin-boned bird.
She gathered herself around her broken soul and left the room, one silent, cold tear making a track down her face.