A/N: I had a tougher time writing this one and it isn't one of my favorites but I hope you like it nonetheless!
Disclaimer: Still don't own anything, nothing's changed
Hermione has her first burst of magic
Hermione Granger was a quiet, studious little girl. Her parents were very proud of her and the grades she earned in school. There was nothing unusual about the little girl, until one day. It was a normal day during summer break, Hermione woke up, got dressed, and brushed and flossed her teeth. She did her chores after having her healthy breakfast. At lunch time, her parents returned for their lunch break to eat lunch with their daughter. After the returned is when something happened to turn the day from normal to strange.
Hermione was sitting at the table, coloring as her dad read the paper and her mum made lunch. She grabbed another crayon to color the face of the man she was drawing. After she finished shading it in, she realized that it wasn't the right color. She needed a much lighter color for the dentist she was drawing. In Hermione's opinion, he looked far too dark. She huffed and folded her arms, thinking her drawing was ruined. Her father looked up at his daughter, "What's wrong 'Mione?" He asked.
"I used the wrong color for his face! My picture is ruined!" Hermione started to cry, she had wanted to give it to her parents to hang up on the refrigerator.
Her dad came over and put his arm around her, trying to calm her. When he did, he asked, "Now what color did you want to use?" Hermione pointed at the peach. "And which one did you use?" Hermione pointed at the tan. Her dad studied the picture before saying, "Well love, it seems to me that you did use peach."
Hermione looked at the drawing, it looked like she had, but she knew she used tan. It didn't make sense to her, which is what frustrated her most of all. But it wouldn't make sense until she turned eleven and got her letter to Hogwarts.