Figuring out

by thestoryof14

Hermione Granger is only 9, but she knows that she is different. How could she not know it, when people in her class tell her everyday? What is that makes her special, she doesn't know exactly. Slowly she starts to discover her talent, and everything she is apart from that. Hermione age 9-?, collection of one-shots that belong together.

9. Nobody likes her

Authors note: I do not own any characters created by J.K. Rowling. Full credit goes to her for all situations and information mentioned in any of the 7 books or interviews, etc. as well. However, the storyline of this fanfic is all me and the little voice in my head.

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* year 1 - age 12*

"Nobody likes her"

I'd been walking behind the two boys ever since class finished, and I'd heard everything they'd been saying about me.
And I was right, the one with the black hair, the one who was famous but didn't seem to like his fame, was nicer than the redhead.
Well actually - the redhead just seemed to think that his mouth always had to be busy, either by talking or by eating...
Even some of the gossipers in my dorm weren't as outspoken with their opinion about most other people.

But what he said now, it was just mean.
And I missed home.
And I knew it was right.
Nobody did like me...

So I ran of crying.

I heard him ask if I'd heard everything, but all I could think was that I had to get out of there, as soon as possible.
Before anyone noticed I was crying, more stuff to gossip about.
Before anyone noticed I was homesick, more stuff to laugh about.
Until somebody noticed I wasn't in my classes, more stuff to be shocked about.

I wanted to go home.
More than in all the weeks before.
I had to, wanted to, needed to go home.

Perhaps my old life wasn't as bad
-nobody liked me there either, but at least I had my parents to talk to then.

Even Neville didn't count - he usually was alone, but he seemed to like it that way.
And the girls in my dorm seemed to think I was as weird as people in my old school think.
Only - I wasn't supposed to fit in there, I was different, weird there.
I was meant to belong here, it was supposed to be better here.

But somehow it was still the same.
Somehow I was still -

"Nobody likes her"

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Chapter 9, finally - and I survived my test, which means I'm getting started on the next chapter of Leaving Home right now, so look out for it either tonight or tomorrow :) And in the meantime: please review, follow, favorite, in short: let me know what you thought of it!
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