Author's note: No characters are mine, please no flames, comment or favorite the story, it makes my day. Plot is mine, sorry if this sucks.
Hermione felt the sob rip out of her chest. A comment from Ronald Bilius Weasley of all things set her off! Maybe it isn't just him, she thought back over the years. Her parents were stony and barely offered affection. She thought maybe if she was top of her class perfect, they would love her. People whispered behind their hands when she walked by. She wasn't the great famed beauty her mother was and she wasn't the athletic star like her father. Kids her age alientated and bullied her for being the "Teacher's Pet". Hot tears came quicker and harder.
The euphoria she felt when she got her Hogwarts letter, of finally, finally belonging somewhere was enought to battle the pain of her parents distancing themselves even more. Only for her dreams to be crushed by the predjudice and belittlement that her schoolmate's dished out at her. Tear droplets soaked her bedspread as she curled into herself.
The rejection over all the years punched her in the gut when the complaints of being a nightmare fell from Ronald's lips. The feeling of finally finding friends in Harry and eventually Ron felt like being a forgotten book on the shelf finally being found after all these years. Only to be put back again in third year with the broomstick. Her housemates showed their true colors, only prized when she was part of the golden trio. Even after everything, Harry chose Ron. The ever loyal best friend is forever the second choice. They never celebrated her birthday or put her first. Hermione brushed away the never ending tears.
In the regular world, she would never belong. In the magical world, she would never belong.
She would forever be always an angel never a god.
Author's Note: Sorry that was really depressing, did not mean to do that. Just thought Hermione deserved a little justice for always being so strong. Again, please no flames in the comments. Have a nice day :)