Abstract
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Warning: One instance of bad language.
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Hopefully, you'll enjoy!
Hermione is an abstract concept.
There's the clever Hermione who aces all her exams and answers all the questions and does everything, everything right and then there's the naive Hermione who laughs when Professor McGonagall first tells her she's a witch and thanks her parents for thinking up such a funny joke.
There's the Hermione who tries to fit in and make friends and be popular but there's also the Hermione who hates being normal and does her very best to be extraordinary so nobody can put her down for being a Muggleborn.
There's the responsible Hermione who bosses everyone around and decides that she's going to look after everybody because someone's got to be sensible in this house full of reckless troublemakers and sometimes there's the Hermione who wants to say screw it and stay up late listening to cheesy pop songs and dancing on her bed till she's sweaty and out of breath and just laugh, laugh, laugh because she's eleven and the world can be quite pretty sometimes.
There's the furious Hermione who wants to punch that bloody Ronald Weasley right in the face for calling her a nightmare and then there's the spiteful Hermione who whispers doubts into her ear that she is, is, is and why is she even here anyway if nobody wants to talk to her?
There's the Hermione who cries herself to sleep at night because she just doesn't understand why nobody likes her and then there's the Hermione who picks herself up and writes to her parents, telling them that it's all okay and that she can't wait to see them again.
There's the shy Hermione who hides in the bathroom with Moaning Myrtle to avoid the whispers of her classmates and there's the stupid Hermione who has to pick the bathroom where the bleeding troll is headed because of course that is just her luck these days.
There's the Hermione who cowers against the wall and thinks that if she survives this attack, nobody will ever dare call her a nightmare again and there's the Hermione who, for once in her life, has no idea what do or how to get out of there without losing a least a few limbs.
There's the Hermione who's heart lifts when she hears Harry Potter's voice because she's saved, he's prepared, he can get her out of this, and there's the Hermione who's heart sinks when she sees that oh-too familiar flash of red hair because Ronald Weasley is the last person she wants gloating at her predicament right now.
There's the Hermione who's rescued, who's got out the bathroom with both legs and arms still intact and there's the Hermione who thinks that they're fucked (pardon her vulgar language) because the teachers are here, they've found out, she's going to be expelled-
There's the Hermione who lies for the first time and there's the Hermione who can't help feeling secretly gleeful at the look of shock and gratitude on Harry and Ron's faces because she's starting to become the girl nobody thought she could be.
There's the Hermione who has friends and finally feels accepted and even thinks that maybe she could like that bloody Ron Weasley and there's the Hermione who stamps on her insecurities and doubts and tells them to bugger off because she doesn't need all these different Hermiones anymore and that's that.
And then there's the Hermione in fifth year, who finally starts to understand how Luna feels.
And, maybe, just maybe, Hermione is no longer an abstract concept.
(But even if it is, it doesn't matter because she has long stopped caring about things like that.)
So, this is just a short drabble I wrote earlier. I don't know if it's any good or not but please do let me know. Thank you all so much for reading! Xx