Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, they belong to J.K Rowling

A/N: From Hermione's POV
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I sighed. It was 2:00 am and I just finished my Charms homework. I still had to do

my Transfiguration homework, and if I did, I could count on not sleeping tonight.


But what if I didn't do it? I could picture the whole classes shocked, disbelieving faces, when I

didn't turn it in. They would taunt me forever! It would be so different if I were not muggle

born. If I were not muggle born, then it wouldn't matter so much. Imagine a muggle born

not doing well in class! They would think I didn't have enough magic in me to go to

Hogwarts. Like Ron, his whole family is wizards and witches, and he doesn't do that well in

class! And Harry- He is the famous Harry Potter, of course he has lots of magic in him. But

Hermione, muggle-born Hermione. Believe me, it wouldn't look that great for me. It would

be SO much easier if I were pure blood.

I could count on not sleeping tonight, but my reputation would be saved.

I sighed again, and opened my transfiguration book.

A/N: Okay, how was that? It was my first attempt as a story fic, and I know it is short, but

please review- and be nice!