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Chapter 4- Finally Feeling Happy

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As Hermione stormed out of her house, she was met with the warmth of the bright sun shinning on her face. She was grateful that she happened to be wearing a red spaghetti-strap tank top with her flared blue jeans, for it was quite hot outside.

Hermione didn't know exactly where she was heading. She only knew that she needed to cool off, because she felt like her blood was boiling.

'AUGH! I hate them SO much!' she thought to herself angrily.

Hermione couldn't believe how much hurt and betrayal she was feeling right now. Even though she felt completely useless without Ron or Harry, she knew that she would never forgive them for the way they treated and used her. She saved their lives in countless occasions and she helped them every chance she got, but to find out that they were only using her... it was unbearable for her. She would somehow need all the help she could get to move on.

All of a sudden, Hermione found herself missing Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom terribly. She didn't know exactly why that was.

'Maybe it's because we experienced so much together at the end of last year at the Ministry of Magic,' she suggested to herself. 'And I guess if I were to properly think about it, those two were the only ones who actually appreciated me... although Luna IS a bit odd.'

She laughed out loud at the thought of Luna.

'Losing Harry and Ron makes me realize how I took them for granted the whole time we were in Hogwarts. It's making me regret not trying to get to know them better. As soon as I get back home I'll write to them, because it's been a while since I last wrote to them and I miss them a lot. I think that they are the ones who can probably help me out,' she thought.

As Hermione jerked out of her deep thinking, she found herself entering the downtown area of London. The further she walked, the louder the noises of people and cars around her rang through her ears. Tall buildings and shops were lined up on each side of the wide busy streets, and many people were moving around here and there.

Hermione felt a rush of happiness as she glanced at the plenty of stores around her because she loved to wander and explore the city. She soon found herself browsing through racks of clothing in many different stores as she shopped for a while. After finishing with her spending for the day, she stood outside wondering what to do next, for she didn't feel like heading back home just yet.

'Hey,' she thought to herself happily, as an idea formed in her head. 'Now that I'm here, I can visit Sharon, and she ALWAYS knows how to make me feel better.'

Sharon Eggleton was her godmother, who happened to be the only other witch she knew in this muggle city. Although she was just a squib, she was Hermione's favorite adult because she always understood her; Hermione trusted her with every single one of her secrets.

It seemed like no time at all passed for Hermione before she found herself sitting in a large comfortable living room telling the pretty, gentle lady in front of her all about her troubles, hopes and fears.


Later on, during sunset, as the sky was turning different shades of orange and red, Hermione had just returned home from her trip to downtown London. She could hear the soft voices of her parents preparing dinner together in the kitchen as she let herself into the house.

Hermione sighed.

A sudden feeling of calm had settled inside her as she slowly made her way up the hard wood stairs to her bedroom. She never knew how or why her parents had this kind of effect on her. They somehow always made her realize that some things were just not worth it, and this happened to be one of those times.

"Ron and Harry are SO not worth my time and misery," she told herself, as she dumped her purchases of clothing on her soft bed.

She made her way across her bedroom toward her large window. She was about to sit down on the window seat, when she looked down and saw the second unopened letter waiting for her.

Picking it up, she realized that it was in fact a Hogwarts letter due to the Hogwarts crest that sealed the front of the envelope. Opening the letter, she read:

Dear Miss Hermione Granger,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected as Head Girl this year. You, the Head Boy, and the prefects will be staying in the Head's Quarter for the whole year. It includes a bedroom for each of you, a common room, and washrooms.

Attached is a list of the new supplies needed for this year and your head badge. The Hogwarts Express will be waiting for you on September the 1st.

We hope you will do an excellent job of representing our school with your new duties as Head Girl.

Yours truly,

Deputy Headmistress,

Professor Minerva McGonagall

Hermione's face cracked into a grin as she pulled out the gleaming silver badge and the list of Hogwarts supplies.

'Excellent!' she thought happily to herself. 'Now that I won't be staying in the Gryffindor tower, it will be a lot easier not to confront them. By giving them the silent treatment, they might just learn the value of friendship and they may just realize what they have lost. Hopefully they may even learn to never, EVER betray the trust of their now EX-best friend.'

Feeling better than she did all summer, Hermione looked out of the window and she watched the sun disappear over the horizon, officially putting an end to the long, summer's day.