Okay, I have this problem where I can never finish a story that I write. So I've decided to write this last attempt before- well, I won't quit writing for good, but it's really starting to annoy me how I can never finish it. So, of course, today I thought of this scheme. (By the way, sorry about the way-too-long author's note!)

I'm going to try one final time to write a nice, long story. It won't be perfect, but I know that without support- aka reviews- I'll probably quit, and I really don't want to.

So I guess I'll start writing now, and wish me luck, because I love writing to much to give it up.

Hermione was there, feeling extremely out of place.

There she was, on the Hogwarts Express, her seventh year again.

And it was all going wrong, and she didn't know what to do.

"Excuse me," she muttered to Harry and Ron, who sat across from her in the compartment.

She got up and left, but they didn't even notice.

It was sad when even your best friends didn't notice these things.

Things like how you felt, or how you wanted them to ask you what was wrong.

But, of course, they didn't.

Hermione wore her mother's necklace around her neck, but it didn't fit.

It wasn't loose or choking her, but it was out of place on her.

Hard to explain, I guess.

She walked swiftly through the aisle, stopping by an area of empty compartments.

McGonagall hadn't yet chosen the prefects and head boy and girl.

It was like this place was haunted or something.

There was a door that she faced, open just a crack.

You could still hear the wind whistling past the train.

Hermione saw that they were passing over a bridge, over some river.

All she would have to do was jump.

Not really jump, but fly.

Fly down until she descended into the water and...

Whatever was supposed to happen next, I suppose.

"Having second thoughts, Granger?"

She turned her head slightly to see Malfoy leaning against a compartment door.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked tiredly.

Her face was like that of a ghost, her eyes still on the cracked open door.

He just stared at her blankly, his face looking paler than usual.

"Does it really matter what I want?" he asked.

Not really, she wanted to say.

But even she had her limits, though they were a bit low for someone like him.

Hermione just shrugged like it didn't really matter.

Maybe because it just didn't.

"You don't talk much anymore? Thank Merlin!"

Malfoy gave her a wry smile, almost like a sigh.

She crossed her arms, looking him in the eye.

It was like she wasn't affected at all by him.

She walked past him, brushing his shoulder as she went.

Hermione was about to head back to Harry and Ron when she paused.

Ignoring Malfoy's waching eyes, she opened up the crack in the door a bit more.

Nobody would really have to know.

But instead, she ripped her mother's necklace from her and threw it outside.

Hermione walked back then, back to Harry and Ron and everyone.

All the way she could feel him staring at her.

It was all so strange...