Mothballs, parchment, leather.
Those are the three words I associate Hermione Granger with and she is the only woman I would willingly kill. I sat down one day and watched the paint age on my wall, it reminded me of Hermione although it really doesn't.
The whole fucking world reminds me of Hermione.
Brown hair. Hermione. Books. Hermione. Soft footsteps... whispers... I can't begin to tell you how much I think of that bitch. I'm in a crowd now, watching as another proclamation is being hammered into the wall; Umbridge is perhaps a bigger bitch than Hermione Granger. I have yet to decide.
Malfoy is standing beside me. If he wasn't such a snob he might be attractive, now that he grew into that forehead. The room is cold and I want to be in my bed but I have a class is twenty minuets. Hogwarts is made of stone and is magically heated; I always feel cold. Which reminds me of Hermione.
That bitch.
Filch climbs down the ladder, which has become ridiculously tall. It would be easy to push the ladder over and there are so many students around that it would take an age to find the culprit. I would push that glorified janitor down if I were close to the ladder but that pansy Cho is in my way.
Her black hair makes me think of Sirius Black which makes me think of Bellatrix Lestrange. I have a theory that when those two were young the touched each other. It explains how fucked up they are.
Fifteen minutes to class. It's Arithmancy, which is Hermione's favorite class. Arithmancy, which Hermione Granger is also in. She actually sits right behind me. Secretly though, Arithmancy has become one of my favorite subjects because Hermione is in it and sits right behind me.
Once again.
Ten minutes to class. I leave the Room of Umbridge and start down a long, winding, I'm-gonna-be-late-for-class hallway when some Hufflepuff stops me in the hall.
"Professor Vector is sick," he says to me. "Class has been canceled today."
I just look at him. He isn't handsome or ugly just somewhere in between. When he grows older his face might fit the jaw better and maybe his nose will shrink. He looks honest which is the best anyone can say of the Hufflepuffs; honest and kind. Yes. But never handsome or ugly.
"Thanks."
I continue down the hall. I have no more classes today which is good. There is much homework to get down tonight but I'm still going to ignore it. I know all the answers anyway, I'll just quickly finish up before bed.
A strange smell floats by on the air; familiar and unnerving. Familiar because everyone has smelled mothballs once and unnerving because it's one of those smells.
Repellent yet obtrusive. In the best of ways, the literal definition of irresistible. Which is another word I associate with Hermione Granger.
My name is Luna Lovegood. I am guilty of many things. I pee in the shower and once I didn't cut my toe nails for a month. Sometimes my life feels like a raw exercise in shabbiness.
My name is Luna Lovegood. Her name is Hermione Granger.