Hermione couldn't make eye contact as she stroked Crookshanks softly, her mind strumming with the loudness of his purr. George had been furious with her for even thinking of such an idiotic thing to do. Tears slowly slid down her cheeks making her curly hair stick to her face. He had never been that rash with her before. She hadn't any friends and he was all she had left.
"Do you have any idea of what could have happened, Hermione!" George bellowed as they sat in the Great Hall during dinner.
He had stormed across the Hall straight to Ravenclaw's table, Fred at his heels trying his best to calm him down.
"George, don't you think you're being a little too fatherly to her?" Fred asked his twin, shooting Hermione a apologetic glance.
"No, he's right, Fred," she said sheepishly, "I could have been killed by that giant…"
"Damn right, you could have been!"
"George, I admit I'm wrong can you please quiet down now?" she begged, "People are beginning to stare."
Ron stared at the Ravenclaw table wondering what his brother's know-it-all girlfriend had possibly done this time. He was howling at her as if she had tried to poison him in his sleep. As far as he could tell she had done something that could have gotten her killed. Beside him, Lavender giggled as the Granger girl cast her eyes down trying to avoid the staring eyes of the rest of the school as George went postal on her. Their eyes locked for a brief moment and he offered a sympathetic look. Ron of all people could understand how she was feeling right then. He didn't know much about her. Only that she was muggleborn and her parents were dentists, she was sorted into Ravenclaw, had a pesky cat and was the new beater for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.
"Silly, don't you think?" he could hear Lavender's soft voice to his right.
"Hmmm," was his only response as he tried to remember more about his brother's girlfriend.
He had never seen George this angry with anyone before. Fred was at his heels trying to calm him down and shooting everyone a death glare that could envy Malfoy's. Fred had always had respect for her even though she was a good two years behind them. He admired him that way.
One of the Weasley Twins was going psycho. That much was for sure. He didn't know why only that it had something to do with the mudblood in Ravenclaw and something about her being killed. All the other Slytherins were immersed in her humiliation where as Harry was only curious about what she could have done to possibly make him that angry with her.
"Further more!" he ranted on.
Beside him, Draco snickered, "I think he shouldn't be so mad," he began, "she would have been doing the school a favor by getting herself killed."
Harry didn't really have an opinion on the matter. He just nodded slightly and watched as the humiliation continued. He couldn't remember her ever being surrounded by any friends. She was usually with the seventh year Gryffindor who was currently screaming at her or the Lovegood girl. They weren't even friends really. This made him wonder if the other students were just as repulsed by her blood as he and the fellow Slytherins were.