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"No!" cried Hermione, wiping her nose on the sleeve of her sweater.
"Honey," Mrs. Granger said nervously, "really, it's for your own good! Your father and I do think it's time-"
"No, I won't go!" Hermione stood furious; her hand that held her long Dragon heart string wand was shaking. Tears threatened to spill, but she held them back. "How could you?" She cried.
Mrs. Granger fidgeted with her thin fingers, throwing pleading glances at Mr. Granger, who sat frozen in the armchair across the room, wishing he wasn't a part of the fight. He took a deep breath.
"Your mother and I feel that you aren't as educated in moorgle area. Why, just the other day, we asked you what 6x8 is, and it took you three minutes to figure it out!"
"Moorgle?" Sniffed Hermione, for a second forgetting the moment.
"Er, you said yourself, non-magic people…" Mr. Granger mumbled on.
"That's muggle." She replied haughtily. "The point is it's not happening! I'm not leaving Hogwarts for some prep school in L.A!"
Mrs. Granger straightened her back. "Honey, it's the best school in America! Your education is very poor, and we will not tolerate it!"
Hermione trembled. "It's not fair!"
Mr. Granger cleared his throat. "Honey, er, I have to go to work, Richard won't be pleased…"
"Go, go!" Mrs. Granger waved him away. He immediately sped out of the living room, clutching his briefcase. The door banged a few seconds later.
"Hermione," Mrs. Granger said a bit more firmly, "you're going. Please don't make it more difficult." Mrs. Granger exhaled slowly, and got up. "What would you like for lunch?"
"Nothing." Hermione said stiffly. She got up, jogged up the stairs, closed her bedroom door after entering and trembling, flung herself on her bed, and started to sob.
A/N: My first HP fanfic, please R&R! Coming up: Hermione packs for her new school, and informs Harry and Ron…their reactions! Won't continue till I have minimum five reviews! Hpdrfan1 (Harry Potter/Danel Radcliffe Fan#1)