Goodness! Time passes too fast! Sorry for the really late update. School has been rather evil.

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"Hermoine? Can you read over my potions essay?" Ron asked. The boy was helpless without Hermione. She glanced up from her mountain of books.

"I still have to write my own. It wouldn't kill you to do your own work for once." She snipped back. Ron looked offended and slammed his book shut. Harry glanced at the two of them, rolling his eyes. They always were arguing.

"Maybe you shouldn't be taking so many classes. I really would like to know how you manage to get to all of them. You have two classes practically every block!" Ron always had to irratate her. Hermione was on edge enough without him there.

Ever since the first day of school, Hermione had been off. At first it was because of her parents. Now it was because of school. She had over filled her schedule, trying to take in as much as she could. You only could go to school once, and she wanted to make the most of it. Regret sometimes danced across her mind but she always swatted it away. Sure she had a lot of homework, but it would be worth it in the end.

Schoolwork also kept her mind off of her true identity. Hermione hated it when she couldn't answer questions. Therefore questioning her very existance would have eaten her apart. Doing work from when she woke up till when she finally went to sleep was a perfect situation. The only problem was Ronald and his obscenely large mouth.

"Well if you are done complaining about how I can not do your work for you, I have to finish my own potions essay." Harry nudged Ron as he opened his mouth to reply. Hermione turned to her work with tears in her eyes. If only they understood all that she was going through.

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It was well into the night when Hermione finally finished her tenth and final scroll of writing. Or was it the twentith? She lost count after seven. If it was a number, she would have settled on too many.

Everyone had left the common room hours earlier. The fire popped and snapped, a sad song in an otherwise silent room. Hermione gazed into the flames, exhausted. Behind her, someone began to creep down the stairs. The girl in the chair seemed small and scared. He slowly made his way over to her.

"Hey Hermione." She jumped at the sound of her name. Turning, she saw Ron standing at the back of her chair. He looked half asleep in his boxers and t-shirt. What on earth was he doing awake?

"What are you doing up?" She asked softly.

"I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep." He walked to the chair closest to Hermiones and flopped down. Looking over at his friend, he noticed that something was wrong. What was bothering someone like her? She had perfect grades and he guessed that Harry and himself were good friends to her. Asking would be so awkward, but maybe it would mello her out. Ron was willing to do anything to get Hermione back to normal. "Ummm... I.. I was wondering whats been wrong with you lately..."

Tears began to fall down Hermione's face. Ron started to mentally panic. Oh God what did he do wrong? Why was she crying? What in the bloody hell do you do when a girl crys? Hermione laughed to herself at the look on Ron's face.

"Well it all started before school began..."

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With a flick of her wand, the bags were packed. Moving around in secret was going to be difficult with all of them, but she was up for the challange. She grabbed her broom and went out the back door.

She was going to go see her baby.