A/N: Whoot! Its about time I got off my rear and started a ficlet about Hermione and Draco. throws confetti As much as I know the coupling would never happen, its nice to know that theres always fanfiction with its limitless possiblities!

Okay! So time for a little information on the story! The title is Everything Im Not, the inspirational song for this baby, and its basically about Hermione and a feeling inside of her saying that somethings missing and how she trys to find it. When she does, shes not sure if she can handle it.

I just started writing it on the spur of the moment and then a whole plot line developed and everything. Let it never be said that insomia didnt do anything for creative abilities!

I believe that about sums it up for now!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or anything related to its franchise. If I did, I would be one rich cookie.

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Everything Im Not

Chapter 1

Misunderstood Anger

Hermione Granger boarded the Hogwarts Express with a heavy heart. She was happy to be returning to Hogwarts after a boring summer and she was happy to see her friends Harry and Ron again after two months but something wasn't right with her. Ever since she had went home from the year prior, she had felt an emptiness inside of her that she tried but could not fill.

Her parents had taken her on a vacation of sorts, but Hermione simply couldn't find any fun for her. They had returned early, only to have Hermione slug her away around the house half the summer and study her books more often the usual. What did she want? How could she find it?

Taking a seat in an empty compartment, she waited for Ron and Harry to find her so they could update each other on how their summers went. "What's wrong with me?" she muttered, feeling the emptiness inside of her swell. She wanted to find it out, what was the missing link in her life?

She had everything she could possibly want and more. She had the grades she wanted and almost everyone envied and she was also one of the top students ever to attend Hogwarts. She had the best friends anybody could ask for or want and her life was anything but boring.

In her first year, she and Ron had helped Harry fight against Voldemort. The year after that, she had risked her life and been turned to stone while trying to discover what plagued the school. Her third year, she confronted an escaped Azkaban prisoner. Granted Sirius wasn't what he seemed, but she didn't know that at the time. Her fourth year was a little calmer but still nerve wrecking. Even her fifth year was no different, having a somewhat partake in the Order of the Phoenix and their fight against the returning Voldemort and his followers.

Hermione was sure her sixth year would be no different than the last. Adventure, mystery, danger, they were all common elements in her life. Maybe that was what was wrong. Maybe she experienced so many thrills that nothing seemed grand anymore. Hermione was worrying that she was becoming somewhat of a thrill seeker.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when Ron and Harry came bursting through the compartment doors. "Im telling you Harry, there's no way that we had an assignment over the summer!"

"And Im telling you Ron, I think we did. Snapes just that way," Harry countered, taking a seat near the window like always with Ron next to him. "Why are we even arguing over this! Why don't we just ask Mione!" the red head groaned, waving his hand in her direction.

Hermione felt a tad bit of anger bristle up in her. Could they settle anything by themselves? "Right. Hermione, did we have an essay for Snape?" The anger that was just a bristle soon turned to a full blown murder spree. "That's all Im good for isn't it!" she muttered under her breath, looking down at her hands. Wait, what was she thinking. She knew Ron and Harry didn't feel that way about her. They were her friends. "What Mione? We didn't hear you," she heard Ron say.

"I said, that's all Im good for!" she said loudly. She didn't know why she suddenly had this burst of anger, but she did and she was constantly telling herself that it wasn't true. "Mione, what are you talking abo--,"

"Your always asking me questions! 'Mione, what was the assignment?' 'Hermione, can I copy your work?' 'What's the answer to this question Hermione?'" she counted off on her fingers while she said it, looking back and forth at them both.

"And that's not all!" she continued to their startled faces. "The reason you don't know these things is because you spend all your time in classes talking about Voldemort or quidditch! Or whatever gossip you heard! I swear, sometimes your worse than girls!" her breathing became quick as she tried to steady herself but she wasn't done yet.

"How come you never want to talk to me about quidditch! Or anything else that's not pertaining to school work!" Hermione knew they did. She knew. But for some reason, she didn't feel that way.

During her rant, Hermione had come to stand up and loom over them, now she huffed and sat down sharply, crossing her arms and staring out the window proud of herself. Lets see what they had to say to that.

Ron and Harry sat there unblinkingly for few seconds then looked at each other and shrugged. Harry went to say something before Ron interrupted him. "But...Hermione...Harry cant play quidditch no more. You know that". Harry mentally groaned and slapped his scarred forehead. That was definitely the wrong thing to say.

Hermiones head slowly turned to face Ron as her jaw hung loose, her mouth open in disbelief. "What?" she said icily, her eyes darkening. "Its all because of that stupid Malfoy--"

"First of all, Harry shouldn't have even attacked Malfoy, whatever the reason! Second of all, this is not about quidditch!" Hermiones voice rose with each word till she was practically screaming and before Harry or Ron could get a word out, Hermione had stood and briskly walked through the compartment doors, slamming them behind her.

"Nice going Ron," Harry muttered, turning a frown to the red head. "What?"

"I cannot believe the nerve of those-those! Grr!" Hermione was now in the middle of the hallway, taking out her anger on the wall. "Well well well, I never thought Id live to see the day when one of Pottys friends stuck up for me". Oh boy, this was NOT what she needed.

"Shut it Malfoy," she turned and faced the blonde and silver eyed boy, "I was not taking up for you and you know it," she glared at him, crossing her arms as she stared him down, not in the mood for his crap. "And its rude to eavesdrop on peoples conversations!" she scolded, trying to vent her anger on the Slytherin.

"I was not eavesdropping," he walked past her, a smirk on his face, as he 'accidently' bumped her shoulder. He was closely followed by Crabbe and Goyle, his ever lingering henchmen, "everyone could hear you screaming at Weasly and Potter".

Hermione paled. "Everyone...heard that?" she whispered, her folded arms coming loose to hang down by her sides. "It was kinda hard not to. Who knew mudbloods could be so loud. I wonder how they are in bed..."

Hermione rounded on Draco, coming within an inch of his face. "What did you say?" she hissed, her fist clenching. Crabbe and Goyle snickered as Draco smirked. "Back off Granger, you don't know what your getting into," he raised his eyebrows at her suggestively and gave her body a once over with his eyes. Hermione fidgeted under his gaze before shuffling her feet back and forth and making a 'humph' noise. Draco looked up at her and stared at her intensely before turning and leaving.

'What in the world was that?'

Hermione stared after her arch-nemesis. Something seemed different about him. His remarks and cockiness were still apparent, but Hermione sensed a mature aura surrounding him. 'Maybe people do mature with age...'

"Dracy-kins!" Hermione heard, seeing Pansy practically jump the boy. "Why, hello Pansy," Draco purred seductively, giving the girl a pat on the behind much to. Hermione turned her nose up in disgust before turning around and facing the other end of the hallway as not to see their public display of...Hermione was not going to call that affection. Couldn't they get a room? 'Then again, maybe not' she thought, bashing on her earlier comment about Malfoy maturing. She waited till she couldn't hear Draco nor Pansys disturbing sounds anymore before she turned back around and headed back to the compartment.

Maybe she should apologize to Harry and Ron, they were her best friends after all though she sometimes wondered if she wasn't just a third wheel. She knew they were all friends, but she couldn't help but think that Harry and Ron held a stronger bond then either of the two had with herself. Then there was Ginny, one of her only actual girl friends. They were close, well as close as they could be, but not entirely the best of friends. While Hermione had Ron and Harry, Ginny was a social butterfly having plenty to spare. Luna Lovegood was the other female, but Hermione and her didn't always get along.

The thick haired girl sighed, maybe she didn't have a person she could truly call her best friend. Good thing she had Crookshanks. She was the only person he liked and she might have loved him even more for it.

Deciding it wasn't best to be feeling sorry for herself, she went to apologize to her friends. They didn't know what mood she was in after all so it wasn't entirely their fault. However, she was going to give them both a lecture on limitations of stupidity.

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A/N: I might go back and re-edit this for the millionth time because Im never satisfied, but it works for now. Im just a little peeved at how short it was--I tried to make it longer but I didnt want to fill with prattling on filler stuff so, I guess it comes a tad bit short. Sorry!

Chapter 2 will be up soon! Dont forget to review please!