School Blues

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Author's Note : I wrote this school ficcie just to piss my cousin off ; who is suicide bomber by the way. She's a fantastic author, so check out her ficcies?

Did you ever felt so invisible, because no one ever noticed you? Whenever you sat in your class or whatever – no one cared? Never getting picked for class affairs, and the teacher has difficulty remembering your name?

Hermione Granger. A fourteen-year old, a grade two student. But seriously, who cared? No one. This was the life of Hermione – spending it as though she just faded into the background.

Sometimes it is better to be ignored, rather to be the subject of a bully. But Hermione did not think that way. She wanted to be noticed, she wanted so badly to.

She wasn't.

She wasn't noticed at all.

Hermione lost it all. She gave up her sanity and screamed one day out in class – a futile attempt to be noticed. Depression soon sunk in, and Hermione was transferred to another school.

Gulping hard, Hermione stepped into Hogwarts Institute whilst smoothing her pleated denim skirt, hoping to make a good impression. She had on a white turtleneck with the motif of a grey butterfly being entangled in thorns. Kind of sadistic, she thought.

She shuffled to the classes without being noticed, and soon she developed a sense of dread. This is going to be like the previous school…the dreadful thought kept running through her mind as she placed her hand on the doorknob of Class 2 Integrity and turned it. The door opened with a soft 'click' and Hermione stepped in.

It wasn't her face, her looks or her fashion sense that struck 2 Integrity. Rather, it was her eyes. A startling hazel colour – which held all the answers they wanted.

They could see in those hazel orbs – fear.

Hermione never really knew why she was afflicted it, but she was damn afraid of males. Any form of the homosapien that was male – she will be terrified and be tongue-tied.

How she wished she could be as outgoing like the rest of the girls in 2 Integrity, how she wished she wasn't afraid. Feeling awkward and sticking out like a sore thumb, she gradually began to fade again.

No one took notice of her, except for Harry.

Harry Potter.

The droolsome boy genius of 2 Integrity, all 1.85 metres of hunk-a-licious essence.

Now, why did he notice her? Hermione, wallpaper-type of girl – what did she possess that Harry should notice her, when other tons of girls are hankering after him?

He did not know ; but he was about to find out.

The school bell rang, and Hermioine sighed. This was not working out, she knew that hankering for attention just did not work for people like her. She picked up her bag, slung it over her shoulder and started to walk with staggering footsteps to the library.

Hidden away in a secluded corner of the library, Hermione's face was buried in a book that was really fascinating. John Grisham's King of Torts.

Completely wrapped up as she propped on a wooden stool, Hermione begun to fantasize herself reading when Harry approached her.

"Hey, I was wondering. Could we be friends?" Hermione stood down there, her mouth opening in shock. No one, no one, had ever taken the initiative to be her friend.

Author's Note: How was it? Please review, I guarantee this will be a Draco x Hermione fic ; the plot isn't very developed yet because some people say my fics move too fast. I know it is kind of short, but I promise to write a longer fic ; ok?