DISCLAIMER: I do not Own Harry Potter.
Ultimate Hermione Competition II: Hermione is a boy.
The man waited outside the room, pacing. He whirled around when he saw a nurse push the door open.
"What happened?" he demanded, running forward. He failed to notice the bundle in the nurse's arms.
The nurse smiled. "Congratulations, Mr. Granger. You have a son."
Mr. Granger stared at the bundle, dumbstruck. "I'm… I'm a father!" He took his son from the nurse and held him in his arms. "He's beautiful."
"Would you like to meet your wife now?" the nurse asked.
Mr. Granger looked up. "Of course." He pushed open the door and rushed to his wife's side.
"We have a baby boy," he whispered. She gave him a smile in return. Handing the baby to her, he stepped back, watching as his wife cooed at their son.
"Have you decided on a name?" the nurse asked, holding a paper and clipboard.
The Grangers exchanged a quick glance. "Herman. Herman Julius Granger."
"A beautiful name," the nurse said, smiling.
"For a beautiful son," Mr. Granger finished.
Herman took the letter gingerly. "Mum! Dad!"
"Yes, honey?" Mrs. Granger asked, peeking her head out the door.
"I got a letter. For me."
"Come here, darling." Mrs. Granger took the letter from him and examined it. "Looks like a prank to me."
"Can we open it? Please?"
"Of course, honey." Mrs. Granger smiled.
"Mum, how many times have I told you not to call me 'honey'?" Herman groaned, sitting down.
Mrs. Granger waved it off. She peeled off the top of the envelope and pulled out the letter.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," she read, a frown forming on her lips. "I don't like the sound of this, Herman."
"Just read it, mum," Herman said, rolling his eyes.
She looked back down at the letter, eyes scanning the words with urgency.
"What is it?" Herman asked, getting up and shaking her.
"You're a wizard, Herman."
Herman walked into the common room, carrying a load of books as usual. Ron leaped up when he saw him.
"Mate, Harry's got a Firebolt!"
"From whom?" Herman asked, raising an eyebrow. He liked Quidditch, but he had to make sure Harry was safe.
"I dunno. No note."
"Mate… what if it's from Sirius Black?" Herman could see the anger in Ron's eyes now.
"Harry's got a Firebolt, and all you think about is if it's from Sirius Black! You're a bloody girl!" Ron said, voice rising higher with every word.
Maybe I am supposed to be a 'bloody girl', Herman thought. He had been teased numerous times for his meekness and lack of… what did they call it? Oh, yes, boyishness.
Herman thought he was enough of a boy, and it didn't matter if he did 'girly' things. Nowadays, spending lots of time in the library was apparently considered girly. Not talking about Quidditch all the time was considered girly.
"Fine, then. If you want Harry to get hurt, then just leave it." Herman strode out of the common room, walking to straight to the library, his haven.
Herman shot spell after spell at the Death Eaters. The world was in a bloody frenzy around him. But he simply couldn't resist saying one thing: "Do I look like a 'bloody girl' now, mate?"