Everyday she drifts
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Summary: Everyday she drifts helplessly searching for someone to rescue her, she is used as a dumping ground for other peoples problems. She needs saving but who will save her?
She sat there staring at the blank wall, her eyes unfocused, and her mind blank. But not all that much later she is brought back to life by a hand waving in front of her face. It was Ron's, as usual he had been droning in her ear all night about nothing in particular. She didn't mean to let her mind drift from his voice but once it did she couldn't stop it, she didn't want to listen anymore, and she was fed up.
"Hello earth to Hermione! Oi!" waving his hand in front of her face. He had been talking to her when he noticed Hermione's eyes slowly unfocusing and her face go blank. He furrowed his brow.
Hermione came back to her senses and jumped "What?" she snapped before realizing where she was and why Ron was looking at her with an annoyed face. "It doesn't matter" as he got up and stormed up to his dormitory.
Hermione sighed and fell back against the couch covering her face with her hands 'Great now Ron hates me, just great' She groans and uncovers her eyes to watch the remaining Gryffindor students in the common room. Two girls giggling over a magazine, most likely Witch Weekly, a group of second year boys huddled around a piece of paper on the floor and a seventh year couple making out in the corner, with other girls wolf whistling and giggling around them.
She sighed again and thought what she had done to feel this way, such a mix of emotions when everyone else looked so happy and carefree. Everyday she would get up to feel so empty and cold and yet so full. She felt so lost, and helplessly drifting around with no expressions on her face, just blank, searching for someone to rescue her and bring her back down to earth, to notice her.
Years, years she has been like this and yet still drifting, no one thinks anything is wrong as they can't read her; they use her as someone to talk to, an agony aunt, someone to load their problems on to, thinking that it won't affect her, she won't judge or react. But on the inside, in her mind and heart she was screaming, crying and dieing, screaming for someone to help, support, to give guidance, to save her before its too late.
Everyday she does this, not even her friend's notice, they thinks it's all a joke "Hermione show excitement" and laughing when there was no react. She's lost and needs rescuing.
Will anyone ever help her?