A/N: This is actually a clip from my story with my friend/beta Moona, except without the ending. And it originally was about 'my' day, not Hermione's. Well, here it is. Hope you like it as much as I did.
Hermione wanted to die. The day had been the worst she had ever had in her young life. First had been the robbery. Someone had somehow found her diary. No one was ever supposed to read that, except maybe Ginny. It held every thought and feeling that she had had for the past year, and now people had been whispering and snickering about her when she passed by. She had found out why when she found a copied entry from her diary on the floor in a first floor corridor.
Next had been the spell that went awry in Charms. She now had to wear a wig until her hair stopped flashing the picture of a certain male organ (it just happened to be Ron's adam's apple and she didn't want anyone else to see that besides her. She had even taken to making him wear turtlenecks.) None of the teachers knew how long that would take to go away.
Then there had been the 'T' (she didn't even know that they really had those) in Potions. She had never had anything lower than an 'A', and she had been depressed when that happened. And this 'T' wasn't even her fault. It wasn't like she would have been able to stop Professor Sprout from drinking her potion. She had been brewing it out in the sunshine that afternoon, while Sprout had been using a muggle chainsaw to cut down a rather large bush that had been eating the school's owls (spells bounced right off of it.) Since muggle chainsaws were quite loud, she had been wearing earmuffs (decided to go for the whole muggle thing there instead of just using a spell) and when she had picked up Hermione's potion - which happened to look a lot like pumpkin juice - to quench her thirst, she hadn't been able to hear her scream not to. And if that potion just happened to be a potion to turn the drinker into an owl, and if the carnivorous bush was still not fully cut down (and now quite angry,) and it saw her flapping around, she couldn't have helped that, either. It was just plain bad luck (especially for Sprout, who had to be sawed out of the bush.)
The final thing had been not being able to see Ron alone this whole time. They were both too busy with school and detentions (the whole Sprout thing didn't go down too well with the teachers, and Ron blew up a classroom with dynamite arachnicide when he freaked out when a spider landed on him while he was in the loo, and decided once and for all that the school would be better without them.)
Hermione mulled this over as she walked back to her dormitory. Maybe this evening would be better. As she walked, she felt a slight pat on her back and she turned to see who it was, hoping it was someone who could cheer her up. But no one was there. She thought this was a little odd, but shrugged it off as she was already at the Fat Lady's portrait. Little did she know, she had just been the victim of a 'KICK ME' sign.