Title: Her Calm
Disclaimer: Hermione is an independent witch. Of course she won't allow me to own her.
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It was a general assumption that Hermione liked silence. No one bothered to ask her if she preferred the silent library to study or the rowdy Common Room to study in. No one noticed how often she studied in the Common Room or even in the Courtyard. No one noticed her constant twitches when she was alone in the library, surrounded by books and quiet. It was no surprise when no one knew how calm she felt surrounded by people, by ruckus, by chaos. No one knew how much she loved sound.
As a child, Hermione was often alone. Her parents had their own private practice. They worked from the morning until the evening. She was often left on her own. Alone in her house, she grew up surrounded by silence. The moment her parents return from work, Hermione would talk, about anything just to force the silence away. She talked about what she read, about the news, anything and everything, as long as she kept up the chatter, the silence was held back for the moment.
So while everyone thought she hated being surrounded by noise and the general chaos of Hogwarts, Hermione felt content, calm, and happy as the sound of her friends, of people, of magic surrounds her in a comforting embrace.
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A/N: Short and simple.