Pairings: Mainly Ron/Herm, maybe some Ginny/Harry.
Chapter 1: Used No More
A small sigh escaped Hermione's lips. She sat in her room studying, as she had decided it was not safe in the common room any longer. If she went down there she might blush wildly from Ron's grin, or worse, get asked to do their homework again. She was sick of it. Completely sick. They needed to do their own work, not copy off of hers!
She looked at the clock and decided it was now time for lunch, as they had had a day off. Slipping out of the broom closet she had been studying in, she started off for the Great Hall.
Ron was worried. Where was Hermione? He had already failed all the rest of his assignments because she wasn't there to help him. Or Harry, but Harry already has C's! The lucky duck. Annoyed, he rubbed his temples trying to make sense of the homework layed out in front of him. He finally gave up and headed for the Great Hall.
Hermione blushed as she saw Ron coming, but straightened up and told herself with dignity, 'It's only Hormones. Get over it.'
"Hello Ron!" She said, giving him a cheerful smile.
"Why aren't you ever in the common room anymore, Hermione?"
She knew this was coming. Quick Hermione, think!
"Err... Well I've been busy, I have a life too you know!"
"You...do?"
"Yes, I have studying and-"
"You really do?"
"Yes, I-"
"Are you sure your not just mental or something?"
"Ronald Weasley! I am not mental, your the one who is mental, you-"
"You have a life.." Ron continued on in disbelief.
Hermione, tired of this, scarfed down her food and left before Ron got to ask her anymore questions about her alleged 'life.'
The Next day
Hermione silently cursed. Her broom closet was locked and she tried the Alohamora Spell. She headed back to the common room and sat down.
"Hermione! Hermione, what do you have for Charms?" Ron immideatly asked.
"I'm not telling you." She said firmly.
"Hermione! I thought we were friends! I can't believe-"
"Weare friends Ron! But frankly, I think you should learn this stuff on your own!"
"Youknow I haven't got a chance! Now I'm going to fail, your such a good friend, Hermione!"
"Well, if YOUR definition of a friend is a person who gives you answers because your too much of an arse to do things on your own, then maybe we aren't really friends at all! That's why I haven't been in here at all, because I know that the only reason that I am your friend is so you can get answers off of me without having to do any work!" Hermione fumed and stomped up the steps to the girls dorm.
"Hermione--" Ron started but then stopped. He knew that he had messed up big time this time.
Later
"Thank you proffesor." Hermione said politely as she left his office and went to gather her things.
"Albus, how could you do that? She can't survive on her own, she's a mere child, out in the middle of that Forest-" McGonagall had started.
"Miss McGonagall, I think I know what I am doing, and Hermione is a very gifted student. She will last, and they all will be taught a very imprtant lesson."
Hermione took things she only thought necessary, and packed her bed too. (magic remember?) The last thing she did was leave a note where only her true friends would find it. At least, they would if she had had any.
Hermione found a perfect clearing in the Forbidden Forest, although it was much more of the Fairy Forest in the area. A spring in the nook, surrounded by a field of flowers with Unicorns prancing and fairies flitting. She set up her bed and unpacked, then set her mirror in the front of her bed where she could see it when she woke up, and at last went to sleep.
The Next Day
Hermione awoke and faced her mirror. Through it she could hear Ron and Harry, and see through their eyes as she wished. They were just waking up.
"Well, mate, have you figured out how to apologize yet?" Harry asked.
"Apologize? HA! I haven't done anything at all wrong." Ron said stubbornley.
"But- your call mate..."
Ron went to the common room and sat staring at the fire, which Hermione mistook as trying to make himself blind instead of intense thinking.
Harry came down and they went to the Great Hall.
"Ron, does something seem different to you?" Ginny asked hopefully when they sat down, and tried not to make the empty seat next to her too noticable.
"Hmm... Wh- HEY! WHO TOOK MY MUFFIN?" Ron yelled.
Hermione sighed and decided to look around at the scenery when she heard her name in the conversation.
"...If only Hermione looked like Lavender or Parvati..." Ron has said.
There was dead silence, as if the water stopped flowing and the wind stopped blowing and the Unicorns stopped prancing and the fairies stopped dancing.
Hermione almost blew up. Here she was in the middle of the Forbiddin Forest, trying to make her plan work while the only time Ron noticed her, if you could call it that, was when he was examining other girls!
Slowly, without knowing it, Hermione turned a bit paler. Her hair grew a bit more unruly, and her eyes turned pink. Something was wrong, really wrong.
I think there will only be three chapters, then I might go back and revide it, add some more detail, that sort of stuff. The ending is intended to be a bit creepy, but I am new in that department so don't be too ready to scream, okay?
This was one of my first fanfics, I hope you will excuse the newb-ish type of writing.
Please read and review, and thanks for reading!
E.T.