We come upon our trio in the Gryffindor common room a few weeks after school begins. Harry has received the dubious gift of the Marauder's Map. Hermione does not approve.
Hermione sighed and tried to push her hair behind her ears as she attempted to convince Harry once again that sneaking into Hogsmede was the worst possible decision he could make at this time.
"Harry," she spoke earnestly, "I just don't think it's safe,"
"Oh give it a rest Hermione," Ron said. Harry shot him a grateful glance as Hermione frowned.
"Ronald Weasley, you cannot possibly think it is a good idea for Harry to put his own life in danger just to go to a sweetshop."
"Course not," Ron said breezily. "There's also Zonko's. I say a year's supply of dungbombs is definitely worth risking your life for."
"Besides, Hermione," Harry said hastily, "you didn't spend the whole summer with all of your magical belongings locked in a trunk. I need this. I need to get away from school to keep my sanity."
"You need to stay in school to keep your LIFE!"
The boys looked around, grateful that the time of night meant that the Gryffindor common room was almost empty.
Hermione stood up and said angrily, "Harry, if you can't even be bothered to take care of yourself I don't know how I can continue..." she stopped, on the verge of tears, and fled the common room, running into Fred and George on her way to the stairs.
Fred steadied her as she ran into him, and quipped cheerily, "Where's the fire, Hermione?"
George grinned, and Hermione glared at the both of them, then stormed off up the girl's stairs.
The twins came up to Harry and Ron. Fred asked curiously, "Who scribbled in her textbook?"
Harry and Ron shrugged in unison.