A Light in the Darkness
After the feast:
"Another year at Hogwarts," Harry sighed. He was sitting on the floor in the Gryffindor common room in front of the fire. "And it's our last. I'm going to miss this place."
"You know what we should do, right?" Hermione replied. She had decided to sit in an armchair.
"No. What?" Ron questioned. He sat down on the ground next to Harry, facing Hermione.
"We have to make this year the best there's ever been. We have to break all the school records, like no one has ever done before. Not even your brothers," Hermione smiled. "This school will never know what hit it."
"I'm not so sure," Harry thought out loud. He looked up from the fire and toward Hermione. "If we do that, we could destroy our chances to get into Pigriot University of Sorcery and Invocation."
"You're right. You can stay out of trouble and all, but I want a little fun in my life. It's been really boring over the past few years. I never actually broke the rules. Granted, I stole from teachers, turned back time, but most of the time I was watching you guys have all the fun. I want some of that. I don't want this year to go by like past ones. They were all boring and…I want to create my own mischief instead of following what someone else has told me to do."
"Hermione, think about it. These grades this year are carried on to our college. We don't want a bad record this year. We need to lie low this year," Harry told her. Ron just sat there, following the conversation, not giving any input.
"You do that if you want to," Hermione said stubbornly. "I'll make my own trouble."
"You're headgirl!" Harry emphasized the headgirl part. "They could take away your badge!"
"They could. But Professor Dumbledore won't let them," Hermione told him. "He's rather," Hermione chose her words carefully, "powerless."
"What do you mean?" Ron asked. "He's the most powerful wizard alive."
"Exactly what I said," Hermione said rather cockily. "He's powerless compared to me." Hermione stood and headed up the stairs to the Gryffindor dorms.
"What exactly was that about?" Ron asked Harry.
"I'm not sure, but I think she's finally lost it," Harry replied. He stood up and walked toward the boy's dormitory. "We'd better get to bed. We have classes tomorrow."