Rediscovering Reality

First, Second, Third: Begging or Breaking

Hermione's POV

I sat dumbstruck at the fact that boys could be so mean! It astounded me, how could you get any bit of satisfaction from brining people down I mean Harry and Ron where kind of mean at first but after the troll they weren't so bad.

But, Malfoy, ugghh. He just tore people down for the fun of it. What did he get, calling me a know it all. I picked up my boom glared at him across the classroom and ran before the tears could come.

Maybe I didn't belong here, maybe Malfoy was right.

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Blaise's POV

I looked up just in time to see a frizzy mass of hair run out if the room. She was trying to hide her tears and if it had been anyone else they wouldn't have noticed but it was me and I did.

Draco leaned back in his chair, looking quite pleased with himself. That prat.
I looked onward towards the board. Trying to inwardly calm myself down.
He doesn't know
He Doesn't Know
HE DOESN'T KNOW
I told myself.
He doesn't know it's her.

"That was brilliant." I hear Theo whisper.

"It was!" Draco agreed

Someday I'll make sure they know. Someday they'll understand.
I quietly copied my notes, reminding myself to make an extra copy to send to her, anonymously. I let out a small sigh.

"Blaise, what's wrong, cat got your tongue?" Draco said nudging me, simultaneously making the dot on one of my i's
Slip into a line that connected with the middle of the h  before it.

"Draco, some of us don't want to fail out of school, and like to take notes to help make sure that doesn't happen." I said putting on my most convincing smirk.

"Whatever, I guess you're right. Hate when that happens." He said starting back on his own notes.

"You must be angry alot." I said leaning behind him and giving Theo a fist bump.

"Oi, shut it you two." Draco said shaking his head.

Theo, Draco  and I continued to talk, but my head was not in the conversation, but continued to think about the young frizzy haired girl that had run out of the classroom.

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Hermione's POV

I sat on my four poster the curtains drawn. I stared blankly at the top if my bed. My mind wandered to my parents.
What are they doing right now?
I checked my watch. It is 4:30pm, it's Friday... they are probably at home making dinner. They get off work early on Friday's. I should write them.
No, no, no,.you just wrote yesterday, don't want them to worry.

I heard a faint tapping on the window probably an owl.

I pulled the curtains back just enough so that I could slip out.
I walked over to the window and opened it. A black owl flew in and landed calmly on my trunk it shook its leg and a envelope fell of before I could think the owl had flown back out the window and was out of sight. I closed the window as the air was cold.
Walking over to my trunk I picked of the envelope.
There was one single word written on it:
Hermione.

I opened it and found that in the same boyish hand writing there where potions notes.

The class where I had run out.
It was probably Harry.
Though it doesn't look like his hand writing, who else could it be.

<>LATER<>

I sat in the common room, already done with my essays, as the boys scrambled to do theirs.