I forgot to put this in when I originally posted this: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did I probably wouldn't have stolen names off grave stones order to name my characters...I can't help but feel so sorry for the poor person who actually was Tom Riddle, as people will forever remember them as a psychotic manic bent on taking over the world, rather than the nice person they potentially were.
Hermione slammed the portrait closed as she stalked through it.
Those boys were insufferable, she thought as she paced back and forth in front of the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. All because she was intelligent did not mean that she enjoyed homework. Well okay, so maybe she did enjoy doing homework, nevertheless it didn't mean that she wanted to do theirs as well as her own.
But tonight, yet again, Harry and Ron were in a bind. They both had a 12 inch essay due tomorrow on the symbolism used in the Gremlin Riots of 1156, which they had not started yet. Neither of them saw this as an issue as they both assumed she would 'help' them, and by help they really meant do the work for them.
Sometimes she wondered if they were truly her friends or whether she was just their personal encyclopaedia. Hermione knew this was a ridiculous thought of course, especially after everything that they had been through with the Philosophers Stone last year. Yet sometimes she felt used, or at least like she had drawn the short straw. Yes, she was practical; yes, she was studious; and yes, she was also probably, at times, a bit of a wet blanket. But she had to be. If she was to be just as care free and flippant as Ron and Harry they would get into even more trouble than they already did.
Hermione took another deep breath, and slowed her pacing down from its frenzied pace. Of course she would help them, she always did. She just wished they wouldn't expect her to. Still feeling annoyed at the boys, she turned and headed towards the library, she would make them sweat for a while. Make them panic a little, and then she would come and save them from their own ineptitude. Plus, not that Hermione would ever admit it to anyone, but she couldn't remember whether the second leader of the Gremlin Riots was beheaded on a Tuesday or a Thursday, and she needed to check otherwise it would keep her up all night.