Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Nor Pride & Prejudice.
a/n: So. This is my first Harry Potter fic in English. And it's pointless. It's just something that came to me last night after watching waaay too many hours of Grey's Anatomy. So. McOverdose. Anyway. I really shouldn't be writing this, 'cause I'm working on two translations and some other pointless stuff. The translations are the only important things I'm doing right now. You probably know 'Eight & Eighth' by Marmalade Fever if you are a Dramione fan. Yeah. I'm translating it into Portuguese. And the other translation is actually a beautiful, very long, very angsty Tonks/Fleur one-shot. In Portuguese. So, it's really, really hard and it's taking very, very long. Ok. I'm rambling. That's exactly why I'm writing this. Hermione is, basically, my voice. Rambling about anything. Through the years. So, yes, despite being very, very busy, I really want to do this 'cause I actually had fun writing it. So. I hope you have fun reading it too.
So, with no more rambling (from me), I proudly present you:
RAMBLINGS
Chapter 1: Pulling pigtails
"Mom?" the small buckled-toothed girl began with determination.
"Yes, dear?" the woman answered patiently.
"I was thinking."
"As usual."
The six-year-old glared up at her mother. "Right."
Mrs. Granger smiled gently. "Sorry. Go on, dear."
"So, I was thinking," she gave her mother a warning look. "I get the whole pulling pigtails thing and all, you know, that if-he-calls-you-names-it's-because-he-actually-likes-you thing. I know it's real. I know it happens. But I've been wondering. What's the logic behind it? I mean, it doesn't make any sense, right? It just doesn't. It's pathetic, really. What is it, a defense mechanism or something? Fear of rejection? 'Cause if that's it, it's even more pathetic than I originally thought. Honestly. I mean, let's think this over, shall we? So. Boy likes girl. Boy is scared his pants off. 'Cause he's such a pansy. So, boy acts as a complete and total moron towards the girl. That's stupid, right? I mean, he ruins his own chances! He trades a possible rejection for a ninety-eight percent certain kick on the shins. It defies all logic. So that's why I've reached a mind-blowing but actually universally acknowledged or, at least, acknowledged by any girl who has any brains conclusion."
"Which is?"
"Boys," the little girl announced as if it were the discovery of the century, "are mentally challenged."
Hermione looked up at her mother expectantly, and after a long, tense moment Mrs. Granger's gentle face sparkled into one of laughter. At her daughter's disapproving frown, she tried to control herself.
"I'm sorry dear," the woman managed. "It's just that," she let out a giggle. "Jane Austen would be so proud."
