DO A HERMIONE
Prologue
I'd never ever heard of Harry Potter. (You don't get that stuff over here when you're naturally a trouble maker.) You're probably going to go, like seriously, pull the other one, but it was true. Until my friend who I really like, if you know what I mean, recommended it. Oh, and her name's Hymn. Odd, right, but I'm Liquor. Horrendous. Nightmare mother. Stupid father. Oh well. So, a few weeks ago I ducked under the trees with the book Hymn lent me, thinking I was mad but wanting to impress her. I don't usually do reading either though. Oh well. I ended up doing a Hermione instead (you know, I was obsessed…).
Chapter 1
The book -it seemed to possess me as I steadily turned each page. The words echoed off my head, one particular word bouncing dully off to the side. Hermione, Hermione, Hermione. Critical, smart, just like Hymn, actually. Hermione. I like that name. It made me think of bells ringing in the distance once I figured out how to pronounce it.
I worked on that book, worked on it well, finally opening up the second book., staring at the words so intently the words blurred, making me feel dyslexic. Softly I reclosed the book, staring into the distance, thinking of Hymn.
Chapter 2
I was spending more time reading, devoting nearly entirely all my time to the words that seemed to depend upon my life. Hermione, Hermione, I followed her walking into the Shrieking Shack bravely, literally shrieking as I climbed onto that hippogriff fearfully yet still quite bravely, though trembling. I read through Hermione stamping her foot, bursting into tears, I hardly dared to believe that it took barely an hour to finish the Goblet of Fire. I thought I heard Hermione whimpering when attacked by centaurs, thought I heard her sobbing her heart out as Ron pulled Lavender by the arm into the room, laughed as she shot a flock of birds at Ron, cried when she cried too. Sniggered when her eyes lit up at the fact that she heard that Viktor would come to the wedding.
I breathed when Hermione lived, lived far from happily ever after, but-alive anyhow. Beamed as I thought of Ron and Hermione organizing their wedding. I paced along the room, all the while thinking of seeing how they might portray Hermione as I watched the movies, but they didn't seem to make any sense, they just weren't the same (but Emma was good as a Hermione actress), and when I returned to rereading the Harry Potters I saw light again when I scolded anyone who would disturbed me, calling The Order of the Phoenix light reading. Helped animals live, Society of Helping Animals, I was inspired by SPEW.
Then I realized, as I stared into the light of the fire, as I decided to live a beautiful life, realized as I was about to fall asleep, realized in my dreams, my dazes, my dances…My stories, my singing, my sleeping…My friends, my foes, my frenemies… My temper, my tenderness, my Hymn…
Well, I suppose I would bet all that stuff I just mentioned, that I'd…
…I'd just done a Hermione.