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Chapter 1

Hermione sat on a plump couch in the Gryffindor common room, parchment and ink bottle in her lap, a quill tapping her chin. She had been chosen by the Ministry of Magic to be the Editor in Chief of the Daily Profit. The youngest ever. She had already written home to tell her mum and dad, but what would Harry and Ron say?

Luna and Ginny suggested she tell them up front, but Hermione could picture what Harry and Ron would say, their reactions.

"Gee Hermione, why didn't you tell us you were applying for a job? You know all it says is rubbish? Well, almost all of it." Ron would say, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his robes.

"Hermione," Harry would whine. "You know I hate the Profit, all the lies it's told about me."

But it's not about them, it's about me, she thought, placing her writing materials on a nearby table. Hermione stood up and stretched her arms, peering out the window that overlooked the Quidditch field. Flashes of scarlet and gold flew around the pitch, only a mere blur. There was an upcoming Gryffindor vs. Slytherin game, and Harry was having everyone practice extra hard. Though not as hardcore as Wood, Harry wanted to win. Badly.

A sudden sound caused Hermione to turn around, there stood Luna Lovegood, coming down the stairs from the Girl's dormitory.

"Hello Hermione," Luna said in her tinkling voice.

"Hello Luna, nice day isn't it?" Luna nodded and looked out the window.

"Have you told Ron and Harry yet?"

'No, they're at Quidditch practice."

"They deserve to win against Slytherin." Luna stayed silent for a few moments before pointing at something above Hermione's head. "Nargles!" She said dreamily, before skipping off towards the portrait hole. Hermione sighed. Luna was a bit odd, but kind none the less.

How would she tell her Best friends about something they might come to despise her for? The people that understood her the most?


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