You Stupid Twit
Summary: Don't trust the title. What Hermione should have
done in Book 6/7 instead of what we saw.
I won't be quoting the books just an overview of
what honestly should have happened.
I stood there staring at what has just happened after little miss perfect had apparently 'put' me in place. Standing up to the terror that was Hermione Granger. That scene was it, the final straw. I did what ant self-respecting female would do, albeit a smart one, but a person nonetheless. I went up to my room, drew the screens, cast a silencio and bawled my eyes out. I always believed from mother dear, god I love my parents, that crying is a cleansing experience, after which one tends to think clearly. And I admit; I really needed to re-evaluate my actions, all past, present and future. This is war and I needed a clear head for what was no doubt about to happen. So excuse me, bawling of eyes commencing in three, two and one.
Ok! Done with last night's pity party, I woke up early and oddly refreshed and I put my resolutions orderly in classic Hermione style. What? I love learning; I have accepted that and am in no way ashamed of it. It's my style. I made a list
A war is upon us and we are no way prepared
Thus learn defensive, offensive, wand less magic
Painfully obvious Harry is in the thick of things but what about the rest of us
Find handful of people to watch his back
Get outside help on how to accomplish this
Professor Lupin and McGonagall
Set the record straight with the boys about this little feud
Be honest with my parents whilst making them aware that I will not leave the magical world
Honestly whoever said this was a 'Wizarding' community? And they call muggles inferior. Wait 'muggle' hmpf, brainwashed community is so behind they still have gender issues. Then again they have prejudices against blood, blood! How ludicrous! I have to go take a bath and get this thing in motion, time is of the essence. After my bath and all morning rituals I started to write Professor Lupin a letter.
To professor Lupin
Hello professor, it has been a while since we last spoke and I daresay I am ashamed at myself for not thinking about this sooner. How are you doing? I do so hope that you are feeling better though I can never honestly imagine how. I am concerned about how you are handling everything. Harry here is better but I daresay it is because he has found himself some company. However I digress I have an ulterior motive to writing you. I have here a list that I am hoping you could look over and give me some of you your infallible advice. Maybe next week on the Hogsmead trip we could discuss any, if, at all input that you might have
Since communication by owl has become a broadcasting network, I have asked Professor McGonagall to relay this to you. I reckon the order is busy so I do not wish to take your time but I would be so grateful for what help you could spare.
Do take care professor, I must prepare, N.E.W.T.s are next year you know.
Sincerely
Hermione Granger
Right! That is taken care of so I guess now it is time for breakfast and the sooner I sort this mess the better. So I head down to the common room and when I didn't see any sign of Harry or Ron I decide to go down to the Great Hall. I am glad I am sorting this all out because it is quite lovely day and I would hate to waste it with feelings of uncertainty and unwarranted guilt. I reach the Gryffindor table finding Ron stuffing himself and with extreme reluctance start breakfast. I will not engage Ron right now because coming between him and his food is the same as patting a werewolf, dangerous and stupid, so when I see Harry, with Ginny what a shocker there, entering I let them get comfortable before I head for them like a hawk. I notice that the whole table has gone deadly silent, probably wondering what form of entertainment am I bringing them today. I swear this place needs a TV room or something; then again it is 'muggle', way to inferior for their kind. So there I go about to say something when the great harpy starts screeching. "What is it you want to embarrass yourself with this time? Whatever it is it can wait, we have breakfast to tend to!" Ginny snapped and I swear you could hear a pin drop with anticipation.
I grabbed the little twit by her 'glorious' red flea infested mane and slam her into the table causing her to screech even more in pain and loose her front teeth. Don't I feel good right now, unfortunately I cannot do that without losing House Points and really, it would not be exemplary of me to do such satisfying violent actions. I guess fantasies will do for now. "I did not realize that my best friend Harry here needed an appointment to be scheduled by his self-appointed secretary. Looks like you are slacking off on your duties secretary Ginerva dear. You can't possibly hope to be promoted with that attitude. Now the real question is what do you hope to be promoted to? Perhaps if a certain 'best friend' slot were to open up? Thought so, now pull back your claws witch! You don't want to test me!" I coolly replied to her and then I face Harry, "We really need to talk, I cannot stress how important this is. Now let's go unless we truly have come to such a condition that you can never even utter a word to me without approval from the head of the HARRY POTTER FANCLUB over there!" I said hoping he'll ditch the tart and listen. "Okay let's go; I'll be back soon Gin" and we left a red-faced Ginerva Weasley at the table and headed off to the first empty classroom we could find. He cast a 'muffliato' and said "I'm listening". What a reception ha!
"Geez Harry, you could just call me a slimy Slytherin and be done with it with that greeting. What's with the cold reception? No one is here to play along to?" I ask him. "I'm really sorry for that Hermione. It's just that lately you and I have not been on the best of terms and I feel like I have to always be on guard whenever I am with you. I never seem to do right by you anymore." He told me this after an intense moment where he was staring into my eyes with an almost cold and tired look. "When do you not feel guarded Harry?" I asked him softly. "Well when I'm with-, no I, wait when I slee-. I guess I always feel on guard nowadays." He gave off this 'I can't handle this anymore' air around him. "Harry, let me just clear the air hear. I need you to listen and not interrupt, even if you feel like you completely disagree. Could you just do that for me Harry? Please." "I'll try Mione". Here goes "The reason I'm against your using the potions book is because there is no record of that author anywhere and therefore one is not entirely sure if the methods are not dangerous. I am just asking you to at least make sure that nothing harmful will result from that. Promise me that Harry and I will not bother you." To say he was shocked would be an understatement. He just stood there for a while so I continued, "I heard you mention something like this before; there is always a choice between what is right and what is easy. You have always managed to choose the right thing for yourself Harry; that is what I know of you. That is part of what made us friends. You chose to do the right thing for a know-it-all girl you didn't even know nor like and warn her of danger. Your decision to warn me made you a friend in my book, not the actual act of jumping on a troll. It was the fact that you cared enough to see the need to warn me. And that is the only expectation I had of you, because that is what you expect of me." I left the room and didn't look back. Hopefully this will salvage our friendship but I will be damned before I sit and wait for him to deem me worthy again like third year. There is too much at stake for that. Now on to find my Head of House, she got a letter to deliver, and soon.
After sharing a seat with Neville in Herbology and generally enjoying his company, I asked if he could go with me to Transfiguration which, being a gentle soul that he is, agreed. You know he really is not bad but I think he is worried of being against Harry, even with the confidence he got from our Ministry adventure. Anyhow, we arrived early and we had a little chat, I found out more about the Wizengamot and about the wand that finally chose him. He was so excited he reminded me of our first year, before the real horror of magic made me grow up and see things different. I honestly still love being a witch; I just truly do not like the British magical community. Oh well, good with bad right. He did express keen interest in the non-magical side of life as well, especially when I updated him on the technology side of it, not that he understood due to the level of Muggle Studies but there was genuine interest to know.
Anyway, class started and we pushed through, Neville was good though, he was not the last to get to transfigure a mini-chair into being animate, but he managed to make the legs move for a couple of minutes. A feat I truly am proud of, then again my tap-dancing chair was good. That was a very hard spell. After class he asked where I was headed and I told him it was potions and he was headed there too. I told him I had to speak with the professor first and he said he'd wait. "Professor, I was hoping to get this letter to professor Lupin and was wondering if there was a way to do it without owls?" "Well Miss Granger, I don't do this often so don't get used to it but I am heading to a gathering this evening and I am certain he shall be there. Would you like me to hand it to him?" Good awesome HoH, "Oh, I would appreciate it so professor. Neville bring Harry in here!" after they both entered and the letter in her hands, "Professor, I noticed something during this lesson, I was imagining the chair doing something before saying the incantation, is that a way one would perhaps perform most transfiguration spells?" "Why I do believe you have the gist of it Ms Granger, it is mainly about maintaining clear visualization. Practice that with ease and the possibilities are endless. I hope you boys appreciate this little tidbit of information and put it to good use. Now hurry up so you don't miss the next lecture." We said our thanks and hurried to the dungeons. Harry and Neville were making small talk about one thing or the other. Now I just have to sort out Ron during the prefect rounds and I am all set.