She shook her head, trying to forget those memories. Because right now she had nothing to distract her. She could care less where the rest of the horcruxes were. But the thoughts refused to go away. Even when she exercised she found herself reviewing her interactions with, well, everyone. Were Harry and Ron ever really her friends? Maybe Harry, at least until he decided he loved Ron that way. She didn't understand why Ron had taken up with her when he loved Harry.She knew most of her schoolmates tolerated her. Her knowledge earned house points and her brains helped finish homework. No one sought her out for fun or to hang out. The memories of how easily everyone turned on her third year over that stupid broom and Crookshanks chasing Scabbers surfaced. Never any apologies, no admittance of being wrong, just back to talking to her and wanting homework help. Not even after the rat turned out to be a dangerous murderer. And then in 6th year, Hermione got upset over the idea Harry cheated in a way that would have resulted in a lifetime ban for both of them. Anyone else would have, too. And the second the busty blonde looked his way, Ron was all over her. Bitterly, she wondered if he had been with Harry at that point, or if she was the only one special enough to cheat on. No matter how much she thought about it she could not understand his reasoning.