Disclaimer: I don't own the world of H.P. For "The 1991 Challenge" and "The If You Dare Challenge".

A/n: Basically, each "chapter" will feature one of the original 40 and a day in their life. Not necessarily connected or in any order.

Prompts: Grating on My Nerves (#492), Books.

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A Day in the Life:

Hermione Granger

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Hermione felt nervous as she climbed the stairs towards the girl's dorm. This was the first time in her life that not only would she be sleeping away from home, but would also have to share a room with other girl's her age.

Though she didn't want to get her hopes up, as she'd never before been able to make friends, she couldn't help feeling hope and excitement.

Shutting the door behind herself, being the last into the room, she quickly moved into the room and studied the other girls.

Parvati Patil, a pretty girl with amazingly smooth, dark hair was chattering with ease to a blonde girl she'd met on the train named Lavender Brown.

Sophie Roper, a very tall, slender girl with light brown hair was arranging a pile of books on the table beside her bed which caused Hermione's hopes to soar as she moved over to her own bed.

"What are you reading?" Hermione asked curiously, loud enough for Sophie to hear. The girl turned slowly and looked at Hermione with a shrug.

"The Adventures of a Dead Auror," Sophie replied and at Hermione's blank look, elaborated. "It is a fiction mystery series revolving of a ghost who was an Auror by the name James Hart, who in spite of being dead, refuses to stop working to catch Dark Wirzards."

"An Auror?" Hermione asked, though finding her curiosity piqued, even though she herself had never really been interested in mystery novels.

"You're a muggle-born, aren't you?" a sharp, husky voice called, causing Hermione to turn and look at the last girl in their dorm.

Medea Runcorn had black hair, dark eyes and though she barely seemed any taller than Hermione and wore glasses, somehow the girl seemed very intimidating.

"Yes," Hermione replied uncertainly, wondering why that mattered.

Medea Runcorn rolled her eyes as she flopped back onto the bed as the dorm suddenly became silent.

"Don't talk to her, Sophie," the dark-haired girl commanded. Sophie flushed as she shot Hermione an apologetic look before turning around.

"Why can't she talk to me?" Hermione asked, feeling both offended, and indignant.

"Because if father hears Sophie made friends with a mudblood, things will be very nasty for us at home, worse than it already is," Medea replied coldly, causing Hermione to frown in further confusion.

"You can't say that!" Parvati cried.

"Say what?" Hermione asked.

"Mudblood!" Lavender responded, looking every bit as indignant as Parvati.

"Why not?" Hermione asked once more, feeling her stomach knotting as the tension continued to mount, feeling completely lost and a little bit hurt that the one girl that seemed like she might get on with, was being bossed by another girl not to talk to her.

"It's a dirty word!" Lavender replied.

"Would you all shut up already! You're gating on my nerves," Medea suddenly spoke, her voice almost sounding like a growl but from where she lay, she didn't move.

"If Sophie wants to talk to someone, you can't force her not to!" Hermione tried to get the conversation back on track.

Medea turned her head ever so slightly and despite the blank expression on her face, the way she glared at Hermione from the corner of her black-framed glasses, her dark eyes glinting dangerously made Hermione almost shiver with fear.

"Actually, it's better if we don't," Sophie spoke softly, though she didn't turn and continued to fuss with her books nervously, and Hermione felt her heart sink. "I don't want Medea to be punished because of me."

"Punished by who?" Parvati asked, frowning.

"Wait... do you live together?" Lavender asked, sounding as confused as Parvati. "How?"

"We're step-sisters," Medea replied with an exasperated tone. "Now leave us the bloody hell alone!"

And with that, Hermione, Lavender and Parvati exchanged uncertain and peeved glances before moving back to their own beds to get ready to go to sleep.

But as Hermione slipped into her own clothes, trying to ignore Medea's watchful glare and Sophie's fidgety movements, she felt her heart shriveling with disappointment.

Parvati was nice enough, and Lavender could be friendly, but she had a feeling that like so many other girls she'd known before, that they would only grow to make fun of her in time. Already, the two girl's had bonded and Hermione knew she was never going to fit in with them.

Sophie had seemed like...

But Hermione shook her head as she crawled into bed and closed the curtains around it. With a sigh, she curled on her side, ignoring the gnawing loneliness inside herself.

She'd made it thus far with just books for company. What was seven more years?

Besides, just because her best friend couldn't be one of her dormmates, it didn't mean friends were a complete lost cause, did it? After all, there were three other houses.

But as her eyes slowly shut, Hermione wondered if perhaps, she wouldn't have been better off in Ravenclaw as the hat had suggested.

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