Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author's note: This story is dedicated to my friend Pernilla, the greatest friend anyone could ask for. Thank you for being there, I love you.

This story is very different from my other ones. I usually write Ron/Hermione ones but then my best friend said something that made me want to write a different one. So I decided to write one and in that way get my chance to tell a part of my story to the world, but with some changes and in Hermione's point of view.

My Story

So, I guess I'm supposed to tell you my story now. Well, it's going to be hard cause I'm not a great story teller, but I hope you'll like it anyways and at least give you something to think about. Here we go.

It started when I was in sixth year; I went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You see, I'm a witch. Not the greatest witch even if some people say so, just a witch. Now that I come to think about it, I'm not really great at anything except school and books. One day, just an ordinary day, something just came to me. It was during Herbology that I was looking at my friends and a thought just popped into my head, 'why are they friends with me?' I just couldn't find any good explanation to that. Why would they want to be friends with me, what good did I do? The reason they were my friends was probably a horrible mistake. They had to be nice to me, so they couldn't really tell me to 'sod off' or something similar to that.

The next lesson was terrible, even more so than usual. It was double potions. I spent the whole lesson making my potion but with that thought ringing in my head. The worst thing was that I couldn't find an answer; I have an answer to everything. When lunch finally came I wasn't hungry, not at all. I grabbed my bag and was about to make my way to the large oak door when my friends stopped me.

'Hermione where are you going?' asked Harry, one of my best friends.

'I'm going out, I need to think,' I mumbled and ran out.

I made my way down to the lake. I hadn't lied, I really needed to think. I sat down by the large tree by the lake. I didn't even take out my books, I just say there, looking at the lake. I was trying to find an answer to my question. I couldn't. There was no logical explanation.

I thought about it all. From when it had first started and about my old friends in the muggle world. I had told them about Harry and Ron, even about Ginny. These friends whom I had known for so long didn't seem to like the idea of me spending time with Harry and Ron, the idea of me making new friends. It hadn't been great at all, they had given me an ultimatum, and they had made me choose. Them or Harry and Ron. It had been an easy choice but the time had been hard. Without doubt I had chosen Harry and Ron.

But now it seemed as though I couldn't find one thing that we had in common. I couldn't find the reason we were friends. They were great, I knew that. They were great and they were the best friends any one could ever ask for, that's what I knew.

As I sat there thinking I thought about the way I had acted, but of course they knew that nothing serious had happened. They would know that I would come back just in time for the next lesson. So I did.

I made it just in time for charms; I even came a couple of minutes early. When Harry and Ron showed up they looked worried, it scared me.

'What happened?' asked Harry as they came closer to me.

'Where were you?' asked Ron with a look on his face that I hadn't seen before.

'Nothing has happened, I just needed to clear my mind,' I answered. 'I was by the lake,' I added and looked at Ron.

'Something must have happened,' said Harry. 'You usually tell us where you are going and you never run away like that.'

'I...I-' I started but Ron cut me off.

'We were really worried about you. We thought something horrible had happened,' he said. But I couldn't help but to smile, they had been worried.

'We had our theories,' said Harry.

'Like what?' I asked, I was actually very curious.

'Like that something had happened to your parents?' said Harry questionably. I shook my head.

'That Malfoy had said something? Something had happened to an old friend of yours?' continues Harry and I shook my head.

'Something happened to…Krum?' asked Ron and swallowed hard. I shook my head.

'No nothing has happened to him,' I said.

'OK,' said Harry, 'we seriously considered the Malfoy one and I swear that Ginny was serious when she came up with the suggestion about hitting and jinxing him.' I laughed.

Right then Professor Flitwick came and let us all in. The rest of the lessons went on as usual and we ate dinner together. Strangely enough I wasn't that hungry, even though I had skipped lunch.

After dinner Ron and I had a prefect meeting so we said goodbye to Harry by the potrait hole and made our way to the transfiguration classroom. By the way Ron kept glancing at me during the entire meeting I had a feeling that he would bring up the subject about why I had skipped lunch.

Me feelings told me right, Ron did bring it up. It was on our way back to the common room, after the meeting had finished, when stopped for a second and looked at me in a serious way. The only time I had seen that look on his face before was when we had been in the Department of Mysteries. He studied my face before he spoke.

'Hermione, why did you really run out like that?' he asked.

'I told you, I needed to think,' I answered and continued to walk down the staircase.

'About what?' asked Ron as the staircase got the crazy idea to change. I grabbed hold of Ron so that I wouldn't fall. As they staircase stopped we walked down a few steps and when we were back on solid ground I let go of Ron.

'What if I hadn't chosen you?' I said suddenly. Ron was the only one I had told about the whole "choosing friends incident". Harry had too much problems himself.

'Then nothing of this would have happened. Nothing would be the way it is today,' said Ron simply. I nodded. I couldn't believe it was so easy to talk to Ron. I could tell him everything, I could tell him things that I would never ever tell Harry or Ginny.

'What if I don't belong with you guys?' I asked. 'I mean, we don't have anything in common, do we?' Ron stopped and looked at me.

'Sure we do,' he said.

'Like what?' I asked and looked at him.

'Like…like... you're funny and you're… you're in just as much danger as us,' said Ron. I smiled at the way he was making an effort.

'Nice try,' I said.

'So what if we don't?' said Ron. 'You don't have to have anything in common to be friends, do you?' I shook my head.

'So tell me, why did you choose us?' asked Ron. I smiled.

'Cause I like you, you're nice and… and you are the best friends anyone could ever ask for,' I answered. Ron smiled.

'There you go, that's the reason we're friends,' he said. 'Cause we like each other.'

I looked up at him, thinking he was right. You don't have to have anything in common to be friends, even though it helps sometimes; you just have to like each other. I smiled and walked up to him and gave him a hug.

'Thank you,' I whispered and hugged him tighter.

'What are friends for?' whispered Ron as he hugged me back.

I guess this is where my story ends. I hope that you have learnt something. I have and now I know that my friends love me and care about me and that I love them more than anything and I wouldn't give them up for the world. If I got to make that choice between them and my old muggle friends my choice would be just the same. Who knows, maybe there is certain magic when it comes to friends as well. So, maybe sometimes the thing you need is to skip lunch just to think.