Disclaimer: Apparently, I don't own Harry Potter. And I never got my Hogwarts letter...
Author's Note: Enjoy, randomers! Golden Trio friendship fic.
Only Her Brains
Sometimes Hermione felt that Harry and Ron only liked her for her brains. She wasn't usually this paranod. It was only when she was alone, like this time during summer, when these unwanted, niggling worries in the back of her head would scream furiously at her, drawing her attention to them.
For starters, Ron always complained about Hermione knowing 'everything', yet he always relied on her to finish his homework. Never an O, of course, simply a respectable A. Sure, the ginger boy had his moments of kindness, but that could have been just to keep on her good side so she wouldn't let him fail Ancient Runes.
Harry's friendship was a slightly more complicated manner. He seemed to genuinely care for Hermione, but maybe he was just using her. Countless times she would figure out the latest mystery plaguing Hogwarts while the Boy Who Lived would get all the credit for stopping the most recent attack from Voldemort.
The harsh screech of an owl brought the brushy haired Gryfinndor out of her depressing train of thought as it dropped a package in her lap. It roosted patiently on her windowsill, waiting for Hermione to open the package and write a reply. She carefully unwrapped the parcel to find a huge packet of liquorice mice. There was a note attatched to it;
"Hey Hermione,
We know they're you're your favourites, and you go into withdrawal without them! Can't wait until you come to the Burrow.
Your mates, Harry and Ron."
A grin lit up her face. Maybe it was more than her brains after all.
