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OOC Information
Name; Chels <3
E-mail; PM me for it, darlings
Other characters on this board; Um, I was Tuesday the first time around...I may pick her up again. Not quite sure.
How did you hear about us? I was on the old board. And darling Stepha told me about the revival
Age; 19
Experience; Tons and tons and tons. Like...nine years? Five literate.

Character Information

Basics
Full Name; Hermione Jean Granger
Nickname(s); Mione to friends, Granger to enemies, Miss Granger to professors
Age; Eighteen
Gender; Female
Date of Birth; September 19, 1979
Year(if student); 7th
House/Loyalty; Gryffindor/Order
Blood; Muggleborn
Other; Brightest witch of the age


Appearance

Hermione Granger stands would never speak of her body in a complimentary manner. Though from an objective stand point, she really isn’t terrible looking. Her figure is average, but she is not grotesquely obese. Nor is she frighteningly skinny. She is simply average, and only that. It’s even been viewed as feminine, though only once, and all those years ago when she was adorned in pink and pushed taller in pumps. Yet the fact remains that while her curves are hardly voluptuous, they are acceptable (no matter how hard she tries to hide it behind sweaters and large jackets). Her best feature would be her neck, strangely enough. Long and thin, it’s attractive and feminine, and just about the only bit of her that gets shown off on a regular basis. Her skin has a fair complexion, though it easily becomes red when angry or embarrassed. A small, acutely angled scar on her elbow from when she fell from her bicycle at seven years old. On their poorly paved road, the cement gutter was slightly above the blacktop, and when she toppled over, it sliced into her flesh. She only has her earlobes pierced, and has never received a tattoo.

Her eyes, a plain brown color, are strangely alight at the best of times and seem to sparkle with interest. And by the best of times, I mean during class times and when homework is being done. They are almond-shaped and almost always red-rimmed. For the record, it’s not because she’s constantly crying (Lavender Brown would eat that up). It’s simply because she stays up far too late studying. In addition to no make up and a sincere indifference to her appearance, Hermione’s eyes can be quite the scary place to view. But, on a regular basis, they are simple, normal, and forgettable. Just how she would prefer them.

Her hair deserves its own paragraph. Merlin, if anyone ever personified Gryffindor house’s lion’s mane, it is Hermione Granger’s hair. It’s wild, having a mind of its own. Her mother used to joke that her wild side had obviously been forced into her hair, which is bushy, frizzy, and the dullest color of brunette. No matter what she does, her day-to-day hair is completely unable to be tamed. Only serious magical serums can get it to lie flat, and only for a night. Most of the time, Hermione pulls it into tight braids or buns to keep it manageable. Sometimes, a quill comes in hand for short-notice buns. But on days when she is exceptionally tired or apathetic, she just lets it loose to be free and wild as it pleases.

Hermione dresses casual in most any occasion. Of course, when the time calls for it, she rarely has a hair out of line…Well, that’s completely false. Her hair is almost always out of control and looking a mite messy. But in general, outside of her school uniform, Hermione wears casual clothing. Her style is quite normal, as she would put it. Jeans, corduroys, khaki; tee shirts, sweaters, cardigans; tennis shoes, flip flops, clogs; anything that is comfortable and uninteresting to wandering eyes. A bunny hug can commonly be found tied around her waist or worn properly on her body, as she constantly finds herself shivering when she’s without it. But, no matter when you see her, she is toting around some sort of bag. A messenger bag on school days, a large tote on off days, Hermione is always carrying books with her, in case of emergency study sessions or unforeseen leisure time. Contrary to popular belief, Hermione cleans up quite well. With some smoothing serum, a pair of heels, and a hint of makeup, Miss Granger catches many an eye. In her fourth year, she found herself under the oh-so-attentive gaze of international Quidditch player Victor Krum. Much to her surprise, she got far too many compliments at the Yule Ball for her own comfort, and felt quite awkward the rest of the night. Veering back to the point: Hermione Granger can look quite socially acceptable when the time comes.

Personality
Studious: Obviously, Hermione is quite the bookworm. No matter what the topic is, Hermione will attempt to read any book that comes her way. Anything from magical cleaning spells and Quidditch, to Ministry regulations and illegal animals to own privately, Miss Granger will gladly pick it up, dust it off, and crack it open. Textbooks are her favorite. Merely the smell of a good and old book gets her rearing to write essays and spell check Harry and Ron's homework. There is nary a cover in the Library that Hermione hasn't at least brushed her fingers across. Studying is leisure time to her, while for most it is a chore. Not only does she like studying, she benefits quite well from it. Her mind is like a sponge, and no amount of information soaked in could ever fill it up. Always yearning for another assignment or reason to peruse a not-so-small novel, Hermione feels like any time can be a time for studying. Most of the homework that was done in Gryffindor house was by Hermione Granger’s incessant banter about its importance. Some people get rather annoyed by her inability to not nag about homework, but she feels as though playing mother hen is practically her duty, though her vigor in doing so has died down a bit since her Hogwarts days.

Observant: Hermione pays attention to things that go on around her. This handy little trait allows her to pay more attention in classes, which - she'll admit - has been a godsend at times. But usually, when she isn't reading, studying, or scolding, Hermione enjoys people watching. It fascinates her, the things some people do when they think no one is watching. Nothing disgusting, mind you, but small habits. A small tick of readjusting one’s tie every few minutes, drumming one’s fingers, humming a tuneless song; it all happens subconsciously and Hermione has always been interested in the ‘Why?’. Also, she had to use this ability as a prefect oh so long ago in upholding the laws of Hogwarts. There was rarely a time when someone sneaked anything past her; Fanged Frisbees and Puking Pastilles began to pile up in her area for confiscated items. But, she can also enjoy herself while doing it as well. It passes time between classes, study sessions, and studying rants, at least.

Intuitive: Even Hermione was shocked to find this out about herself. When she first came to Hogwarts, she found herself to be rather distant and shut in from everyone. She never related, never shared her thoughts, and never spoke out about what she thought (that is, outside of class {Ron and Harry are exempt from this}). But as the years wore on, she found that she was able to really connect with people and their feelings. She was able to step into their shoes, as some put it. When she first used this ability in fifth year with Ron and Harry when explaining Cho’s actions, they were quite stunned. Yes, newsflash Green University: Hermione Granger is, in fact, a female. Therefore, she can relate to female actions, mindsets, and the like. The boys of Hogwarts weren’t the only ones shocked at this revelation. Girls, who had sorted Hermione into her own category, were amazed to find that Hermione could actually be human at times. This, oddly, gave her a slightly increased acceptance among the female populous of her college, which she enjoys.

Stubborn: This is not going to be news to anyone. Hermione Granger is stubborn. Oh, do alert the Daily Prophet. How can she not be? Ninety-nine percent of the time, she is right (this is an honest percentage, she calculated it herself). So, in the rare and unexpected occurrence that she is - shock and horror - wrong, it's only natural that she doesn't believe it at first. In fact, she'll run headfirst into a bloodthirsty argument before considering that she might be erring on the side of incorrect. Normally, her arguments pit her against one Ronald Weasley, whom she finds easy enough to subdue and embarrass with a quick lash of her tongue. And even when she is put against a worthier adversary, she knows that she can bicker back and forth with the other until they see her side of it and realize that she is, in fact, correct. Ah, correct. One of Hermione’s favorite words. And if by some freak incident she is proven wrong, one had better not expect an apology. A hollow, "Oh." oftentimes is found sufficient, followed by a quick retreat for some private time.

Hot-headed: Like many people, Hermione's anger gets the better of her at times. Usually, if Ron isn't the source of it, an unsuspecting victim feels the burn of it. This, too, is usually Ron, or sometimes Harry. It’s like a raging fire that she can’t control. She can hold a grudge for ages, and can find her temper flaring at the oddest and most inconvenient of times. When this goes on, she doesn't even realize it's happening. At the moment, it seems like her feelings are perfectly well-founded and without any sort of misinterpretation or mis-presentation. Hindsight always proves to be twenty-twenty, though. When she does realize, she is too embarrassed to do much more than give a lame apology and sit sullenly for a while, wallowing in shame and embarrassment. At this point, she wants nothing more than an ‘I forgive you.’ But she rarely receives such remarks. During her more feisty moments, she tends to say things she doesn’t mean, nor has she ever meant. That doesn’t mean she only says things of this kind, but anger can cause crazy ideas and therefore crazy statements. Remorse oftentimes ensues after this portion of her personality takes control.

Honest: Don't expect Miss Granger to sugar-coat anything for you. If you ask a question, she'll give a straight answer. That is, unless you're Harry Potter on a righteous rampage, at which she will retreat and mumble incoherently until said boy leaves. Honestly, his stubbornness is the only one to rival her own. But in most cases, Hermione is blunt and straight forward, giving answers many would prefer not to hear - in class and otherwise. It's not that she enjoys hurting people's feelings, or that she wishes to 'bring them down a notch'. This couldn’t be farther from the truth. Hermione would love to have friends, but doesn’t realize this quality causes most people to stray from her. No, it’s not that she voluntarily is rude. More that she is rather socially inept and doesn't realize when she is genuinely insulting someone, unless her voice is dripping with sarcasm. Though, this can also be looked at as a good thing. When looking for straight facts, Hermione is definitely the girl to come to.


Personal History
Hermione Granger was born to her two muggle parents, Mr. and Mrs. Nathan Granger, on September 19th, 1979. Her hometown being London, England, this British-born baby remained a single-child, living the life of any normal muggle. Her parents, being dentists, allowed her to be fairly well off, and she attended an all girl’s school in Oxford. Her childhood was rather lonely, as no girls willingly associated with her, and boys seemed to be unsure of what to think of her. Looking back, Hermione would be embarrassed to admit that her closest friends were her teachers, who admired her intelligence above all else. This is probably what set in motion the workings that would lead to Hermione’s studious habits later in life. But up into her double-digits, she was flying solo. But not by choice. She wanted nothing more than to have friends, and that would never happen. That is, until she was contacted by Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her parents, who were both quite non-magical and had not been suspecting an ounce of abnormality in their child, seemed shocked at this tremendous revelation, but were also very pleased. Hermione, unlike some children, had never displayed any hint of magical ability, so this rather blindsided the three of them. Though they've had five years to adapt, her parents seem very inept at getting used to magic, oftentimes questioning their daughter for hours about her abilities. But they have never frowned upon them, and for this Hermione is glad.

Hermione, on the other hand, has blended seamlessly into the magical lifestyle. In fact, though being completely cut off from the magical world until age eleven, she has been told by many people that she seems to be the smartest witch of her age. Hermione, however, tends to write off her genuine knack at spell-casting for books and cleverness. She’s always been able to thoroughly absorb everything she reads, and recall facts at the shortest notice. For this, her classmates have always been jealous, and Hermione has always pretended not to care. In all honesty, this is her only personality trait that is enviable, and therefore she attempts to show it as much as possible. It makes her feel better about the fact that she isn’t the prettiest or most popular of students. That, and she simply enjoys beating others to the house points that are so generously doled out by her professors. Through years of this nose-to-the-grind lifestyle, she's managed to pull ahead of all of her peers and get to the top of her class.

But, Hermione seemed to just be born that way. In fact, from her first encounter with now best friends Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, she's been correcting and attempting to teach them. She chanced upon the pair of them in an apparent attempt to turn Ron's pet rat yellow. With a toss of her bushy hair and a flick of her wand, she showed the pair of them what real magic was, mending Harry's pair of broken glasses. With that, she left on search of a renegade toad. Not surprisingly, the trio didn't exactly click at first. Hermione was too bossy for the two boys, and Harry and Ron were not near responsible enough for her tastes. She had never been very childlike, even as a child. They were responsible for her first and only detention. To this date, she refuses to admit to it, though Draco Malfoy quite enjoys making her ears go red at the mention of it. Her newfound friends were the reason for her near death encounter with a troll. And that were why she was constantly nagging the pair of them for not doing their homework. But, she did pull through for them when she saved their necks on more than one occasion during their first year. After managing to get past Fluffy in their attempt to find the Sorcerer's Stone, the three of them landed in a large bed of devil's snare. Using her wit and memory of Herbology, Hermione instructed them to lie still in an attempt to slow the devil's snare's retractive properties. She also helped Harry figure out Professor Snape's riddle, saving Harry from being poisoned to death. Not only that, but she temporarily conquered her fear of flying to bring the unconscious redhead to get help. It seemed that fate had brought the three together and bound them there; the three outcasts left to be comrades.

In her second year, she was much closer friends with Harry and Ron, cheering Harry on at Quidditch games and even being less hesitant to let them copy her homework. May I remind you all how big of a step this was? Hermione loves getting credit where credit is due, so sharing the spotlight of her brilliancy was a major sacrifice for her two newfound friends. Though Harry and Ron were more rambunctious than ever, Hermione made the decision to remain friends with them and not harp on them as often. Even when Harry was accused of being the heir of Slytherin and attacking/petrifying students, a ghost, and a certain tattling cat, she never turned her back on the two of them. Hermione knew better, however, even though quite a pile of evidence was building up against Harry's case, such as his ability to speak Parsletongue. Putting two and two together, Hermione managed to figure out that the source of the attacks was in fact a basilisk, and that it was using the pipes to travel throughout the school. Unfortunately, before being able to communicate this bit of news, she was petrified herself. Due to her contributions, Harry was able to make his way into the Chamber of Secrets, defeat Tom Riddle, and save Ron's little sister, Ginny.

In her third year, Hermione had to be slightly more secretive with her life and withdraw slightly from the other two. You see, in order to attend more classes than normally (and humanly) possible, she was awarded a timeturner by her head of house, Professor McGonagall. Throughout the year, Hermione would be in two places at once (literally) and was quite overworked. Sleep became less of a necessity than getting her homework done, and she managed it flawlessly (if you don’t count the ever-growing circles of red beneath her eyes and the fact that her hair was less manageable than ever). But, things seemed to turn sour quickly, rumors flying about Sirius Black entering Hogwarts, and stories of Azkaban breakouts. The trio was quite frightened, as they discovered that Sirius was in Azkaban for killing Harry's parents. After watching their favorite hippogriff being decapitated, Hermione followed Ron, who was following his rat, to the Whomping Willow. Suddenly, a large black dog attacked Ron and dragged him into a secret passage under the thrashing tree. She and Harry followed them in hot pursuit to the Shrieking Shack, where Hermione admitted knowledge of their favorite teacher's case of being a werewolf. After the new information of Sirius' innocence being proven from Scabber's transformation, Hermione helped Harry travel back in time to save himself and Sirius from the dementors, freeing Black herself with the use of the bombarda spell and a free ride on a hippogriff who had also been sentenced to death.

In her fourth year at Hogwarts, life was never so interesting. This was the year that the Triwizard Tournament was held, and students from Durmstrang and Beaxbatons came from far away to attend. Harry was selected as the fourth Triwizard Champion, leaving many, such as Ron, completely infuriated, and the rest, such as Hermione, absolutely petrified. Hermione tried her best to aid Harry in his challenges, but she never put off homework to do it. Studying in the library became a nightly venture, and she was never alone. It was there that she met her crush and Yule Ball date Viktor Krum; the Durmstrang champion and professional international Quidditch player. This only made Ron more upset, which made Hermione upset, which made Harry even more separated from them. After the Ball and Ron's ridiculous outburst, Hermione saw very little of Krum, though much gazing was done from afar. The Daily Prophet reported otherwise, and Rita Skeeter became arch-enemy of the state known as Hermione. Things didn't improve. Hermione herself ended up being the object of his affection in the second task, being kept underwater in an unconscious state until she broke the water's surface, at first alarmed to be staring a shark right in the face, then pleased that she had been rescued. She watched anxiously as Harry and Krum both entered the final task; a maze. Not much was to be seen, but when Harry came back with Cedric's dead body clutched in his grip, she was shocked and appalled. Voldemort was back, and now, he had a body to do his own bidding. There was panic; there was mayhem; there was proof.

Her summer after was spent in Grimmauld Place, the secret meeting place of the Order of the Phoenix. Unfortunately, the Daily Prophet’s attacks on the mental state of Harry and Professor Dumbledore only strengthened, and she could only imagine what most of the wizarding population must have thought. She tried to keep Harry at ease with letters, but they seemed to have the opposite effect, as when he turned up, he was furious at her and Ron. After a brief exchange, they were wordlessly forgiven, and the tension eased. The rest of the summer was spent making Grimmauld Place livable and trying to eavesdrop on conversations the Order may have been having. When she received her letter announcing she had been made Gryffindor's female prefect, she was thrilled. When she found out Ron had been selected as the male, she was confused, but secretly pleased.

Naturally, things didn’t go as planned. Draco Malfoy (the slimy git) had also been made prefect. How, Hermione will never know. Because of this, any and all prefect duties that had looked to tantalizing were now dreaded and looked down upon. Her fifth year being her O.W.L. year, Hermione studied more often than ever, if one can believe that. Unfortunately, a new, toad-like face made an appearance on the Hogwarts front that year. Her name was Dolores Jane Umbridge, and she was a ministry infiltrator sent to spy on the happenings at Hogwarts. In no time at all, she rose from the rank of a simple professor to Headmistriss, mowing down any who dared to stand in her path. Her reign was intolerable, their Defense Against the Dark Arts class being turned to bookwork, and therefore, a group was formed. As they watched Dumbledore’s placed being taken by such a horrendous creature, student from across the school (except for the dungeons) made an alliance with their fallen leader. Dumbledore’s Army was born. With Harry as their guide, they all learned valuable spells in self defense.

Unfortunately, good things don’t last forever. The Inquisitorial Squad, headed by Draco Malfoy, broke into their final meeting of the year. Many fled and escaped any sort of persecution, but she and her closest friends were captured. Umbridge attempted to interrogate them all, called upon Professor Snape for veritserum (with no luck), and finally was ready to resort to torture. Hermione, blessed with the ability to think on her toes, saved the Boy Who Lived from being crucio’d by confessing a lie. There was a weapon. In the forest. Let me show you. The lies poured quickly and easily from her mouth. And Umbridge, in a moment of frenzied stupidity, believed her. Harry, Umbridge, and herself trekked into the Forbidden Forest, Hermione leading and hoping somehow things would work out. Her prayers were answered by a group of centaurs and a young giant lovingly dubbed ‘Grawp’. As soon as Umbridge was out of the way, Harry and Hermione raced back to Hogwarts, met up with the rest of their group and took to the skies. The Ministry of Magic was easy enough to get into, but the ensuing battle was one none of them could forget. At last, it was widespread knowledge that the Dark Lord was back. Cornelious had seen it with his own eyes. Perhaps things would start looking up.

But the wizarding world quickly toppled into chaos. Voldemort was still quickly ascending into power, and muggles and magical folk alike were being ruthlessly murdered. It seemed that the public was turning more and more against Harry, and by keeping to his side Hermione was quickly being looped in with him. The summer at the Burrow was enjoyable (her O.W.L.'s proved to be all O's). A strange new club was brewing called the Slug Club, but Hermione thought nothing of it. No, by far the most bothersome thing of the school year was Harry's new found friend in the Half-Blood Prince. Simply because of a stranger's notes, Harry was excelling far beyond Hermione in Potions class. Infuriating. Many students were being hurt around them, such as Katie Bell with the cursed necklace. At first, Harry tried to convince Hermione that Draco Malfoy was behind the attack, and Hermione stoutly denied any sort of possibility that it was him. Honestly, when would the childhood rivalry cease? As if the year couldn't get any worse, Lavender Brown had to become Ron's facial leech. They snogged everywhere. Hermione was furious with him, as her feelings had began to flourish, but any and all anger evaporated when Ron was nearly killed by poisoned mead in Professor Slughorn's office. The rest of the year passed in a blur of dying spiders, apparition tests, and the death of a dear old friend. With Dumbledore's passing came a fire of devoted love from Hermione, and she secretly vowed to help avenge her fallen comrade by helping Harry in any way she could.

The summer flew by much too quickly, and Hermione was shocked to hear that Hogwarts would be reopening in light of the recent tragedy. Least of all did she expect to see Severus Snape's signature at the bottom of her 'welcome back' scroll. But either way, Hermione is ready to help Harry and Ron find horcruxes in any way possible and bring order and justice back to the wizarding world that she has grown to hold so dear.



Family Background
Nathan Granger had always been a bit of a boring man. With brown hair, brown eyes, and an even duller social life, he was not exactly the diamond in the rough. He made it through school with a B average GPA, wardrobe, and personality, so to speak. Nothing really caught his eye or lit his fire. Passionless in life, he decided to follow in his father's footsteps and become a dentist. That's where he met the love of his life. Luckily for Nate, his clumsiness allowed him to trip and scatter his books before her, and thus their paths were intertwined forever. Holly Hughes was a bright and shining example of what a woman could be. She was well versed in literature, music, and travel. She was a masterful storyteller and could hold anyone's attention. But she decided to dote upon Nathan, of all people, throughout the course of dentistry schooling that they shared. By the time they were graduating, it was known they were a couple. And as Holly was joking of competing with Nate for customers, her boyfriend changed all that. He proposed. From then on, they were luring in customers together. Their business flourished as rapidly as their love had, and from there they had their only child and began their family and life together.

Roleplay Example
As much as Hermione liked Ginny, she was about full of the depressing talk of Harry. It wasn't as though she was angry about it, or annoyed; just tired. Bored, almost. I mean, she and Ginny had planned the entire 'Snog-Blaise-so-Ron-finds-out-about-all-this-mess' plan, so she was rather obligated to lend a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on. Well...look how well that had all panned out? Ron was still as distant as ever, Harry had broken up with Ginny, and was now dating Selena, which made Ginny even more upset. Not only that, but she was rooming with Ginny this break, which meant she had a lot of this sort of talk in store for her. The moment she had arrived, she quickly gave Mrs. Weasley a brief embrace, waved hello to the twins, and trooped up to Ginny's room, where she had been waiting. The moment her bags had hit the floor and Crookshanks had been freed from his cat carrier, Ginny had begun talking. And not just talking with regular pauses for input. More like rambling. Rambling about Harry, his hair, his eyes, the sheen of his glasses, how she was hurt by what he and Stepha had did, and so many more things that Hermione Granger had gotten a headache. Yes, shocking. She knows. In fact, she was ready to perform muffliato when the most amazing thing happened. Dinner was served. Hark, the harold angel that was Mrs. Weasley was calling them all to dinner. Forcing herself not to grin with relief, Hermione rose to her feet, not saying a word but nodding at the door. Together, the two of them descended the several flights of stairs to the ground floor.

Crookshanks bounded down the steps, taking two or more at a time. He was snorting loudly, making him seem more pig like than ever. Ginny's talking had ceased mostly, as many prying ears were always present in the Burrow. Not to mention the extendable ones. At long last, they reached the ground level, feet landing solidly on the familiar wooden flooring. Hermione glanced around in search of familiar faces, and found quite a few. Unfortunately, there was one she didn't necessarily want to see. It's not that she didn't expect Harry Potter to be there. She did. It was just that she didn't really want to literally see him there. As in, view him with her own two eyes. Especially when he was such a short distance away, probably still upset, and chatting away with the one person who would come over and throttle her if she found out what the two were exchanging silent treatments over. So, no matter how much she wanted to go over and greet her fellow Gryffindor girl, she decided against it. Things would quickly become messy. Glancing around, she didn't spot Selena, so she was rather spoiled for choice on who to greet with 'Happy Christmas!'. Laughing as Fred, George, and Katie dashed through the room, and giving a slightly formal and polite smile to the Ravenclaw Stephanie, she decided she would best be placed in the kitchen. After all, Molly had called them all to dinner, and was probably setting the table as she stood there pondering. Also, Ginny seemed to be getting a bit impatient, standing around like a guest in her own house. Allowing Ginny to pass her by, Hermione followed her into the kitchen, which was engulfed with sweet smells and a beautiful feast of immense size. But, it was par usual at the Weasley's during this time of year.

"Everything looks amazing, Mrs. Weasley." Hermione informed her, as if she didn't already know. Molly was an amazing cook, and was probably well-aware of it by now. Something about those mashed potatoes just got Hermione every time. Perhaps it was actually the gravy...or the stuffing...or the green beans...or everything? Probably that, she reluctantly admitted. She always helped herself to a bit too much around the Burrow. But, again, that was par usual. Her stomach growled as she eyed the food that weighed down the poor table that had withstood so many meals before this. Yes, the table seemed to be sagging under the weight of the supper, apparently only held up by magic, as the Burrow itself seemed to be. Hermione had the image of the table breaking in the middle, it's contents spilling onto the floor, and into innocent eater's laps, and the delicious and undeserving potatoes being slammed upon poor Crookshanks' furry head. Shaking herself back to reality, Hermione quickly took up one of the wooden chairs and bit her lip, wondering where Selena and Ron were. She wouldn't mind talking to Ron. She definitely wouldn't mind talking to Selena. Her highest hope was that Harry wouldn't make a scene in front of the entire Weasley family.

Something deep inside of her knew she wouldn't, but she was still worried. Harry was bound to tell someone even if it wasn't over dinner. And then where would she be? The cat would be among the pixie's to say the least. As if it were any of his business, anyway. It wasn't as if she was stupid. Obviously, he thought she was if he was willing to get so upset about it, and talk to her like a child. And then act like a child himself and refuse to speak to her because of it. Oh, what nerve he had! Hermione Granger was Head Girl. Hermione Granger passed her O.W.L.'s with flying colors. Hermione Granger did her homework, and his homework most of the time, too. Hermione was no idiot, and since he couldn't get over that, it made him the idiot. Feeling Crookshanks' tail wind itself around her legs, she propped her head upon her fist and fumed, slightly. It this was the way he wanted it, fine. She would be as silent and uncaring as he was, easily. No matter how much she liked Christmas, it was perfectly fine for her to be a Scrooge. Bah humbug, Harry Potter. If he asked her to pass the gravy, she might just have to spill it down his front.

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