Hermione was bored. She hated being bored. She was barely ever bored - she always had so much work going on. And seeing as she hadn't any practice, she was not good at being bored; she didn't know how to cope with it. And Hermione Granger hated being bad at things.

She spread out on her armchair, trying to read her book. No-one found this particularly stunning, as everyone in Hogwarts knew that Hermione's favourite hobby consisted of studying. Or so they thought, at least.

The truth was that Hermione wasn't always studying. She often read for pleasure; storybooks that she could immerse herself in. She still studied lots, yes, but she read because she loved to read, not because she loved to learn.

Of course, she still did love to learn, she always had, right from when she started school. She stretched out lazily on her chair, reminiscing on her days in the muggle world. She had gone to a particularly posh Primary School; it encouraged tradition and discipline. She played older sports there, too. Lacrosse, hockey…

She suddenly and abruptly sat up in her chair. That was it! Hockey!

Hermione has begun playing hockey at the age of seven, and stopped only when she started high school. She had tried out lots of different positions until she settled on being a midfielder - much more action that way.

Oh, what she'd give to play hockey. Obviously, she knew it was a possibility, but she wasn't sure who'd actually go along with the idea. However, she did kind of want to see her hockey stick again… Why not?

"Accio hockey stick," she muttered. Of course, her house was a way away, so the hockey stick took a minute or so to arrive, but it got there. Hermione got up and stride over to the window. She grabbed it, catching it as it zoomed through the window, and examined it, recollecting how fierce and reliable this stick had been.

She tried holding it in proper position, left arm at the top and right hand halfway down. No-one had really noticed.

Then she gave a small ball of paper on the ground near her and experimental whack, using just a normal pass. The ball flew in the air and landed straight in the fire, sizzling and crackling 'till it burnt down to ashes.

This time, heads turned. Hermione saw Ginny looking at her confusedly, Ron giving eyeing her stick suspiciously, and Harry look round and jump up.

"Is that a hockey stick? Where'd you get that?"

Ron followed behind him, bewildered.

"Hock-ee? What's a hock-ee stick?" He asked.

"It's a muggle thing," said Hermione. "A sport called hockey - you use a stick to pass a ball around and shoot goals."

Hermione demonstrated by dribbling another ball of paper up and down a small bit of the room. Ron still looked suspicious.

"Oh, it's fine, Ron, don't look so worried,"

Hermione said irritably.

The twins strolled over, looking at Hermione's contraption (a contraption that consists of a stick, but a contraption nonetheless).

"Hermione Granger, playing sports? Oh goodness me," grinned George.

"You mean the Hermione Granger who can't ride a broomstick to save her life?" Fred asked.

"Yes, the one who can't throw a ball for toffee!"

"Or fudge?"

"Or chocolate frogs?"

"Yes, that's the one!"

Fred gasped dramatically and put a hand to his forehead as if he were about it faint.

"Shut up," said Hermione, rolling her eyes.

"Ow!" yelped Fred. That thing's violent!"

"Well, yes," said Hermione irritably. "You're supposed to wear shin guards. Hockey is quite a violent game."

"Nice!" said George.

"Is that your hockey stick, Hermione? I didn't know you played hockey!" exclaimed Harry.

"I used to play midfield. I started ages ago. I originally wanted to play ice hockey, but there was no ice-rink at my school. But I prefer it off the ice now."

"Wow!" said Harry, marvelling. "That's not like you at all! We played hockey a few times in gym class when I was nine or ten. I stole one of the school's old hockey sticks and when I got the chance I would use it with a bouncy ball in the garden, and sometimes my room."

"Stole it? That's a bit excessive!"

"I found it in the playground and took it home, Hermione; it wasn't some sort of organised crime."

"D'you want to play?" asked Hermione. Without waiting for answer, she said "Accio Harry's hockey stick!" and Harry just about grabbed it as it came through the window.

A/N

Hey! So that was different. I haven't been on here in a while (not that anyone cares) 'cos I've kind of come away from the world of fandom. Until like last week.

Anyway, I am obsessed with Fremione again, but this won't be a fremione, though there are some coming. This will be focused on Hermione. Thanks! I like reading reviews but I don't care too much if you don't feel like it.