Chapter 3: Left Behind
**disclaimer: i own nothing but the plot
She woke with a start, quickly checking her alarm clock to make sure she didn't over sleep. She hadn't, if anything; she under slept. The clock read 6 AM but she felt as if she got a full 10 hours of sleep. Knowing to attempt to sleep again was foolish, she got up, drank a red bull, and hopped into the shower. When she got out, she put on the same clothes she did everyday; a white button down, paired with a skirt and belt, and her Gryffindor tie. She noticed she didn't like the way her shirt hugged her anymore, it felt too tight. She never used to mind the tightness, but now it felt as if it was revealing ever single bump and curve her body had. She felt extremely vulnerable. She also noticed how much leg was being shown from her skirt. It really never used to bother her, but now all she saw when she walked was the jiggle of her thighs, and the little bumps of keratosis pilaris that seemed to be found everywhere on her body. She did try to get rid of them, exfoliating every morning and night, but they were still there, mocking her. Everyone else had nice smooth arms and legs, not her. She had red, bumpy arms and legs; she hated them. Draco always made her feel better about them, "It's just another quirky part of you; if you didn't have them, you wouldn't be you." Yes, he was quite good at that. He's gone now, it was the best decision for everyone. Let it go. She found it incredibly hard to let it go. She bonded to him in a way she didn't know if she would with anyone else. What if this comforting, sweet, caring, loving human never talked to her again? Of course they weren't talking now, but she knew he still wanted to talk to her. What happens when he stops wanting to talk to her? Shaking her head, trying not to focus on such things; she puts on her robes and walks down to the common room. It's nearly 7 o'clock and no one is here, which can only mean one thing; they all went to breakfast without her, again. It wouldn't have hurt as much, if she could have leant on Harry and Ron as they walked to breakfast together. Just like she predicted, however, they'd forgotten her too. Who was she kidding? She didn't need anyone. She was Hermione Jean Granger and she could walk to breakfast alone. Holding her head up high, she walked out of the common room and down to breakfast. There everyone was, all sitting at the table in the great hall. Even as she walked in, no one looked up. No one-but him. They locked eyes, and it was if his said, "I wish I could have walked you down and sat with you. I wish I could comfort you. I wish." She felt her eyes prick with tears and so she looked straight at the table once more, and found a spot on the end; where her back was facing Dra—Malfoy. As long as she didn't look at him…as long as she didn't look at him, she'd be fine. She believed that, she needed to believe that.
But at a different table:
He needed her.
and she?
She had no idea just how much.
Finally updated! sorry for the wait but i had a huge exam today so i just got the chance to sit down and write again, hope you guys like it! Let me know!