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"It is the quality of one's convictions that determines success, not the number of followers."
- Remus Lupin.
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Hermione was sad.
Despite the fact that she was currently pretending to be haughty and proud, she was very sad.
Ron wasn't speaking to her anymore because he still felt that Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers.
How was that even her fault, even if it were true? Which it wasn't.
Nevertheless, that's what he believed and that was why she, Hermione, was sitting all alone on the fence of The Shrieking Shack while everyone else was enjoying their Hogsmeade weekend.
Hermione shivered slightly in the cold autumn air and sighed.
Why had she come here? Harry had tried to get her to come with him but she had only yelled at him for breaking the rules and had stalked away.
He very well deserved it for breaking school rules but the hurt expression on Harry's face did not help to lighten her mood.
Great. Not only was Ron mad at her but so was Harry.
Her only two best friends didn't want to speak to her. God, she was so pathetic.
The clouds in the sky rumbled and ice cold droplets of rain fell onto her hair and ran down her face.
Maybe there were tears mingled with raindrops too.
Even though there was thunder and a howling wind, Hermione felt a stillness around her. There was nobody near the Shack. There was nobody with her. She was alone.
But it was peaceful as all Hermione wanted today was to just stay away from human civilisation. She just hated everyone in that moment.
Hermione sighed and hung her head. She watched her tear streaked reflection form in a small puddle right below where was she was sitting.
She was getting thoroughly wet but she didn't care. For once in her life, Hermione didn't care that she was doing something reckless.
A crack sounded from behind a clump of trees and Hermione's neck snapped up.
Hermione raised her wand warily at the trees. That sound had felt just like someone stepping on a twig.
Hermione remembered Sirius Black, the escaped Azkaban prisoner uncomfortably.
For the first time since she was here, Hermione was a little disconcerted about the lack of people in this area.
Oh god. There was someone definitely moving behind the trees.
Was it Black? Was he going to kill her? Hermione's heart began beating fast as the figure stepped out of the shadows of the trees.
Malfoy.
Oh. She was kind of relieved that it was only him and not Black, but what was Malfoy doing here?
"Hello Granger." He said, smirking as usual.
Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes. She so did not have the patience for his mockery right now.
"Go away Malfoy."
Malfoy pretended to be insulted and put a hand over his heart. "That hurt Granger."
"Yeah, well, I don't care." She snapped.
He raised his pale eyebrows. "What's got your wand in a knot? Oops, I forgot that you're always so bitchy." He said, hitting his forehead.
Hermione bit her lip and looked down again at her reflection. Don't retaliate. Don't. He wants you to, that's why he's mocking you. Just ignore him.
