A/N- Please ignore the grammatical errors in the chapter for I am too effing lazy to correct them right now. Maybe later. Enjoy reading! And REVIEW! Your reviews make me want to update faster!
Chapter-3
Petrified and slowly ebbing away mentally from the headmaster's office she was sitting in, with her parents flanked on either side of her, Hermione's mind kept replaying the story of her birth, like a broken record, her parents had just told her between sobs. Hermione's mother's name was Jean née Johnson. My middle name! Hermione had thought to herself. She had been the daughter of Hermione's foster father's neighbour, the Johnsons.
She had married to a certain bloke called Peter Granger. Hermione's foster parents couldn't tell her much about him except that he seemed like a nice guy which pinched Hermione a little. She wanted to know a little more about her father than 'nice guy'. But she didn't say anything. She let her mother, her foster mother, speak.
The newlyweds had been visiting the bride's maternal home when a tragic fire consumed the family whole, except for the pregnant daughter, jean, who had managed to drag herself outside to the porch where thankfully, help arrived and took her to the hospital.
The Lyras who were extremely close with the Johnsons had accompanied the young pregnant widow to the hospital where she gave birth to a premature baby girl. She had lived long enough to extract a promise from the Lyras whom she asked, no, begged to take care of her baby girl lest she fall prey to her greedy relatives who would rob her daughter of her childhood, maybe even her life, for her inheritance or a foster home. Jean Granger soon succumbed to her injuries, but not before she was confident that the Lyras will take care of her baby girl.
"We had no child of our own, and we were more than ecstatic to take care of the beautiful baby girl who had filled the hollowed space in our lives and the silence in our house." Hermione's dad, said to her, ruffling her hair. "We were already living in Muggle London and we didn't mind raising a muggle daughter but fate had different plans. You were more special than we ever knew." Her dad said kissing her head. Hermione smiled a faint smile.
"I knew." Her mom interjected, squeezing Hermione's hand.
"Was my...uh...father a wizard?" Hermione asked. She had flinched at the use of the word father because she was scared of hurting her dad's feelings. Her dad had merely sighed and said,
"We thought so too but upon further enquiry we found that he was a muggle, with no trace of magic in his ancestry until you were born."
"She gave you your name, Hermione. It was one of her favourite ancient characters." Hermione's mother, said tearfully, clinging to Hermione. She seemed afraid that Hermione would disapparate away any instant. Hermione, who knew her mother's fears, knew she should calm them but somehow she wanted nothing more than to disapparate from there. If only she was of legal age, she would've. But then she was reminded, as she had read in Hogwarts- A history that apparating in and out of the Castle was not possible.
"We wanted to tell you 'Mione. We wanted to tell you so many times but we were just so scared...of...of...losing you." Her mother burst into tears making Hermione's own eyes water.
"Mom, stop crying, I still love you and dad. You guys are my parents. I would never abandon you. Not after all that you've done for me without me asking for it." Hermione consoled her mother who sobbed into her shoulder.
"'Mione, would you like to visit your parents' grave?" Her father asked Hermione, making her heart swell with gladness that she had such kind people for parents.
"Yes, please, I would love that." She had said in a quiet voice. She hadn't missed the looks exchanged between the headmaster and Professor McGonagall at her father's suggestion.
"Do you think it's safe, Albus? For her to venture out?"
"I'm sorry for interrupting professor but why wouldn't it be safe for Hermione to go?" Her mother's worried voice had echoed her own thoughts.
"Well, the Dark Lord is rising to power and Hermione is, well," Professor McGonagall said casting fretful glances at Hermione, "A part of the Golden Trio and now her being a muggle born is not a secret. The Dark Lord is against muggle borns and Miss Lyra is an attractive target considering that she is best friends with Harry Potter."
In that moment, Hermione realized, that all her fears about the war, about Voldemort weren't in her head anymore. They were materializing into solid reality. This thought made her shudder slightly.
"Minerva, I think it's perfectly find that Miss Lyra visit the graves of her late parents. It is only proper. Would you be kind enough to accompany her with her parents?" Professor Dumbledore said in a calm serene voice which calmed Hermione's fears for some time. Her silly self had forgotten that as long as Professor Dumbledore was there, no harm could befall any Hogwarts student or herself. Little did she know how wrong she was.
"Of course. We will all disapparate, seeing as it is the safest way to travel. Seeing as Miss Lyra is not of age, she can travel with one of us with Side-Along Apparation Mr. Lyra, lead the way." Professor McGonagall said. Hermione's father offered to apparate with Hermione.
They all apparated to Blue Lane Cemetery in London. The place was sprinkled with soft white snow. Hermione's parents led her down a stony path where four elaborately done tomb stones lay next to each other.
Jean Sophia Johnson
5th august 1952- 19th September 1979
If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.
Peter Brian Granger
25th November 1949- 19th September 1979
May you find comfort in the arms of an angel.
Hermione's frozen insides were slowly melting away to give way to a stabbing pain. She sat on the bed of snow in front of her parents' graves. Never having been given a chance to grieve her parents before, Hermione felt it only right to grieve properly for the loss of her parents and the grandparents she didn't know. Hot tears streamed down her face. She grieved for the parents she didn't get an opportunity to know, embrace, understand, fight with or make memories with.
Later that day, when they had returned to Hogwarts, Hermione's parents presented her with Hermione's late parents' wedding albums they had managed to acquire from their house in Bristol. Hermione had compressed a picture of her parents to a heart-shaped small picture, which fit perfectly in the heart shaped golden necklace her mother had given her on her last birthday.
The heart-shaped golden necklace reminded her of the golden snitch necklace Draco had given her a long time back. She had kept it at the bottom of her trunk, where it lay safe and away from prying eyes. She was also reminded of Draco's accusatory glare earlier that day when she had exited the Great Hall. She wondered what was going on his head. A part of Hermione wished she could visit him now to seek his comfort but a larger part shunned the thought away. Hermione cast all thoughts of Draco Malfoy aside because it opened up wounds Hermione had no strength to endure the pain of at the moment. At the moment, she believed, her heart should grieve only for her late family.
In her heart, Hermione felt it necessary to do what she was about to do as a way of keeping a part of her father with her, even though she fretted it would hurt her parents. And though she was right in her assumption, her parents who were reluctant and hurt initially eventually accepted her proposition and even graciously contacted the Ministry and the Headmaster of Hogwarts to make the necessary arrangements.
And hence, Hermione Jean Granger was born.
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The next morning, Hermione had woken up before anybody else had. She wanted to enjoy few moments of piece before she as bombarded with questions, accusations, whispers, accusatory glances, pity and the like. She washed and made her way silently to the Great Hall to grab some breakfast and leave before children started filing in. But on her way to the Great Hall her plans were thwarted when she felt herself being yanked by her wrist to a secluded corner. Her attacker let go of her wrist and disarmed her wand before she had a chance to get to it. She scolded herself for being so careless and forgetting what Professor McGonagall had warned her about yesterday. But luckily, or unluckily for Hermione, her attacker was Draco Malfoy.
"What the hell are you doing, Draco?" She demanded from him, rubbing her bruised wrist.
"Is the Prophet saying the truth about you?" He snarled. He towered her, glowering at her. "That you're a filthy mudblood?" He spat, making her flinch. Filthy mudblood, his voice echoed in Hermione's mind.
"If you mean I am a muggle-born then yes, I am a muggle born, Draco." She said daring him to contradict her. Her brown orbs bore into his grey ones.
"You knew, didn't you?" He accused her. "You knew you were a mudblood and that's why you tried to convert me into some filth loving blood traitor like those filthy Weaselys! I should have known. I should have known! But you bit off more than you could chew, didn't you? " He adorned a crazed look in his eyes. Hermione stared at him dumbstruck. Had he really accused her of lying to him? She quickly grabbed her wand which lay a few feet away from her on the ground and shouted an Expelliarmus, throwing him violently against the wall.
"You are a sodding git, Draco! Among all the things you should ask me you ask me one of the most inane callous questions!"
Draco groaned from the impact of him being thrown against the wall. He caught a hold of his wand and aimed it at her, throwing an incarcerous but she deflected it with a quick Protego.
"And to answer your question-"she screamed angrily, between throwing hexes at him, which he deflected much to Hermione's disappointment, "No, I did not know." She sent another Bat-Bogey Hex which he nearly missed him. "I sure as hell did not plan an elaborate scheme to trap you! You flatter yourself too much!" She screamed as she threw a stunning spell at him, rendering him unconscious. She knelt beside his unconscious body, tears streaming down her face, and whispered,
"I thought you'd console me, try to cheer me up, tell me things are going to be okay...I thought you loved me."
She shook her head in dismay and anger.
"Among all the things I thought you would say to me, I didn't expect you accusing me of skulduggery" She said as Draco stirred a moment later, regaining consciousness.
"You're a mudblood now." His tone had a sense of finality in it. Like being a mudblood deprived you of any concern or worry on the part of Draco Malfoy.
"You must be really happy to know I'm a mudblood, right? Finally, now, you've got a solid reason to hate me. Finally, you've got a good enough reason to torture me!" She said with a sneer before turning to leave to come to face-to-face with Blaise and Theo. She wondered how long they had been standing there, watching the whole spectacle unfold in front of them. She wondered if they were going to abandon their mudblood of a friend too, now.
"Came to mock the mudblood, too?" Hermione said in a bitter voice.
"'Mione, we'd never do that." Theo said, slinging one of his arms on her shoulders like he always did. This made Hermione feel a little better. She saw Blaise send her a smile which she tentatively returned. She still had her back turned to Draco and she could feel the heavy air of awkwardness descending upon them.
"Well, I'm going to have some breakfast now. See you later, Blaise, Theo." She said with a cheery smile, defiantly ignoring Draco.
"Wait, I'll come too!" Theo said much to her surprise.
"So how are you?" He asked her when they were alone. She let out a big sigh. This was all she wanted Draco to ask her. But alas! That git had his head too high up his arse. She could feel the bubble of hate growing inside her for Draco. Soon it would burst engulfing all the love she harboured within her for him.
"I'll be okay." Hermione said with a sad smile. As they both entered the hall, everybody had already filed in. Hermione cursed Draco for not intercepting her after she had grabbed her breakfast. Several pair of eyes trained on her and whispers began. She couldn't help let out a groan. Theo, however, seemed unaffected. He continued his conversation with her nonchalant about the attention being given to them. He was talking about the Potions essay which was due the day after.
"Can you help me with it? It's driving me barking mad. And Blaise and Draco are too busy in their awesomeness to help out a friend." Theo was making his puppy-dog eyes which made Hermione laugh.
"Yeah, okay. See you today at eight in the library, then?" She said to which Theo gave an 'Okay' and walked away to his own House table. That was when she realized that without asking and without making her realize it, Theo had walked her to her table where her friends, Ron and Harry sat with a space between them empty for to fill. A pang of affection swelled in her heart for Theo and his kindness. Although ron and harry didn't like Hermione's friendship with the Slytherin(s), they eventually got used to it and didn't pronounce their hatred every time.
"Everything okay, Mione?"
"Yeah, everything is okay." Hermione said swinging her arms around the shoulders of her friends glad that she had them with her.
"Look at the disgusting mudblood giggling away with no care in the world!" Pansy's voice broke Hermione's happy bubble. "I always knew you were filth. Poor, innocent Draco, didn't even know he was being used by a mudblood!"
Before Hermione could say anything, Ginny who had been sitting across her, screamed, "Shut up Parkinson! Things like talking and thinking do not suit you! Go do what's your best at-shagging anything with a dick!"
A roar of laughter emerged from everybody present in the vicinity. Pansy's face grew scarlet with anger and humiliation but she dared not say another word. Hermione sent Ginny a grateful smile who winked in response.
The rest of the day was spent battling off people who didn't agree with Hermione's blood status. Neville came in to save her several times, to her astonishment screaming, "10 points each for making derogatory remarks at a prefect!"
Hermione's mood which had been down in the gutter was slowly elevating because of the efforts made by her friends. She was not filth. She was not a mudblood. She, Ron and Harry were now stretched out on the grass, near the lake.
"Oh look at her walking about like she owns the world, that pathetic Know-it-all Mudblood Hermione Lyra! And she's a Gryffindor. How worse can it get?" The annoying high pitched voice broke through Hermione's mental pep talk. She saw pug-faced Pansy saying that to Astoria who had pursed her lips and defiantly looked anywhere but at Hermione. A hand was snaked around Astoria's slender waist that hand belonged to Draco Malfoy. A deep gash cut through Hermione's heart. Draco looked like a statuette and like Astoria, refused to make any comment or glance her way.
"Don't." Said Hermione to Harry and Ron who were ready to come to her defence. She walked up to the three who were sitting on the grass.
"Hello Pansy, Astoria...Draco." She said in a cheery voice. "I am a Know-it-all Mudblood Gryffindor, you got all that right but just got future reference, make sure you get my name right, it's Hermione Granger. Isn't it pretty? It's my muggle father's name!" Hermione said in her sweetest voice, her voice emanating pride and arrogance, all the while her insides were on fire. "Oh, and also, don't forget this Know-it-all Mudblood Gryffindor kicks your ass in every subject, well, except at being a slag" Hermione made a pout. "You're the winner there!" She said with an evil smile.
"Oh, really? We all know how you trapped poor Draco with your lies!" Not that again, Hermione thought with a groan. She took a deep breath and gave Draco a hard glance, who still had a hand around Astoria's waist but she could see the slight tension in his body he was trying to hide at Pansy's comment.
"Well, I can't really refute that, now can I?" She was asking Draco now. "I did trap him with my special muggle voodoo and treated him like my very own sex slave. Oh the fun, I had!" Hermione said with a fake bright smile, even though her insides her hurting at her lie. She wanted Draco to say something. Do something. Fuck, at least look at her. At her comment, Astoria had removed Draco's hand from around her waist. She sat with a frown on her face. "Didn't I, Draco?" she addressed him directly.
"And I'm going to perform muggle voodoo on Ronald here next!" She said, giggling in a carefree manner, trying to cover the hurt she felt at Draco's blatant act of ignoring her existence.
"So that's what you were doing yesterday with those haystack dolls!?" Ron said, playing at the game. Hermione giggled and Ron scooped her up in his arms and swung her around. Hermione squealed in delight.
"You're amazing, Mione!" He said. She could feel him grin. He put her down and they walked away from the lake towards the school.
Harry patted Hermione on the back and said, "Effing Parkinson is still dumb-struck."
"I LOVE YOU RON! I LOVE YOU HARRY!" She shouted loudly even though they were a mere inches away. She hoped Draco had heard her say that. She knew how much he hated it when she said she loved Harry and Ron.
"We love you too, Mione," Harry said wincing at her loud confession.
"Just not at that decibel." Ron said clearing his ear with his index finger.
"Theodore Nott, is this some sly effort made by you to make me do your homework? Because if that is so , then this is the last time that I am ever helping you with your homework!" Hermione said in a mock-angry tone.
"Well, there was an ulterior motive for me to call you here, apart from homework." Theo said in a slightly abashed voice. Hermione's eyes widened, and with an eyebrow raised, she poked him with her quill.
"What is it?" She asked in a soft tone. She wondered if he wanted to tell her something about Draco, perhaps. Maybe Draco had sent an apology, a message through Draco.
"Well, actually," He cleared his throat. He seemed nervous. "I kind of like this girl."
"Oooooooooh!" Hermione exclaimed, surprised. This was the first time Theo had asked her any help where it concerned girls. Hermione didn't know why he was asking for her help anyway. It's not like he needed it or anything. "Sshh!" He shushed her, looking annoyed.
"Who is it? Who is it?"She prodded him with her quill repeatedly and stopped only when he gave her a death glare.
"Well, its..." he cleared his throat again. Hermione noticed, for the first time, the sheen of sweat on his forehead. Her curiosity knew no bounds as she waited impatiently for Theo to say the name.
"It's Ginny Weasely."
"WHAT?" Hermione let out a shriek earning a sharp warning from Madam Pince who gave the Golden Girl a reproachful look. Theo liked Ginny? That was impossible!
"You like Ginny Weasely?" She whispered.
She saw his scarlet face nod fervently. That's why Theo needed Hermione. What did he expect her to do? Butter his way into Ginny's heart? But that seemed so impossible. She didn't want to say that to the boy sitting next to her.
"When did this happen? How did this happen?"
"Well, I always thought she was a feisty little-" A sharp glance from Hermione stopped Theo from completing his sentence. "What I mean is, I always found her to be really cool from what I know about her from you, and with her being such an amazing seeker got to me too. And I love a woman sassy. I heard what she said to Pansy today morning." He said with a dreamy look on his face. "I'm sorry I didn't do anything. I was sitting too far away to hear what Pansy had said. I would've said something." He promised.
"I know." She said with a smile as she nibbled on her lower lip wondering how to get Ginny to like Theo or even consider the thought.
"What do you require me to do?" She finally asked with a sigh.
"Well, see, that's the thing. I don't know. I would proceed to ask her to the next Hogsmeade trip like I do with any girl but with the whole Slytherin and Gryffindor rivalry and well, er, her being her and me being me, a son of a death eater" he said bitterly, "I have no idea how to proceed."
Hermione really felt bad for Theo. We really cannot choose the places we came from. The families we belong to. And even though Theo did not agree with anything what the Dark Lord propagated, he was considered a death eater too because his father was one.
"Well, give me some time Theo. I'll think of something and, erm, get back to you." Hermione nervously added. She had never participated in 'matchmaking' or things like these ever before. Theo gave her a stiff nod and they proceeded with their homework.
"Oh, and Hermione?" Theo suddenly said, looking up from his homework. "Draco doesn't hate you. No matter what he says. It's just that Hell hath no fury like Draco scorned. But he did let you hurt him this morning...so I guess he was trying to even the score of how many times he's hurt you and is hurting you."
"Excuse me; he didn't let me hurt him. I defeated his sorry arse in our duel."
Later that night, In the Gryffindor common room Hermione's frustration knew no bound. How the hell was she going to convince Ginny to give Theo a chance? She still suspected Ginny of harbouring a crush towards Harry. Hermione was sitting on one of the couches, knitting the hats for the Elves furiously, while she concocted miserable plans. She thought of giving up and telling Theo to move on, but then she didn't want to give up until and unless she had exhausted all options. Theo had not given up on being Hermione's friend after her heritage was revealed. He had proven his friendship to her. And it was time for her to do the same. She loved Theo and she wouldn't give up easily.
"Hey, Hermione." Someone's voice interrupted her deep concentration. She looked up to see Ron shoot her a smile before settling beside her.
"Knitting for the elves again?"
"Yeah, they seem to be getting cleverer, Ron! Maybe I should add disillusionment charms on these caps to trick them into picking them up. What do you think?" She asked Ron, who, now that she looked at him, looked a bit red in the face.
"Eh, yeah, that...um...that sounds okay." He said, his voice cracking a bit like Theo's had done earlier tonight.
"Ron, are you okay? You are kind of red in the face..." Hermione said, putting her half-knit hat down on her lap to look at Ron properly. What if he had something more serious than the common cold?
"Yeah, yeah, Mione, I'm fine." He added hastily scooting closer to her. He looked rather worked up about something, Hermione noted. " I wanted to ask you something."He finally said, letting out a big sigh. His colour returned to normal and Hermione resumed her knitting.
"Okay, ask away." She said.
"Well, I was wondering if you...if you wanted to go tohogsmeadwimme?"Ron spluttered nervously.
"What? Go where?" Hermione asked, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
"To Hogsmeade. Do you want to go? With me?" He said it slowly, this time.
"Yeah, sure." Hermione said knitting. "Wait. With you? Only you? Why? Aren't harry and Ginny coming? Is Harry going alone? With a date? Is Ginny going on a date with someone?" Hermione asked, horrified. "Are they both dating each other?" Hermione almost shrieked with horror.
"For Merlin's sake, stop shouting, woman! No, nobody's dating nobody." Ron explained, looking exasperated. Hermione's features relaxed. "I was just wondering if you wanted to go alone, with me..." The red colour staining his cheeks.
"Like a date?" Hermione asked softly. Surprised at Ron's suggestion. He nodded, his ears turned completely scarlet. Hermione pondered on this for a while and then her eyes shined with an idea.
"Deal! Only if it can be a double date!" she said to which Ron looked like he was going to object, but merely nodded.
"Well, see you Sunday." He said in a small voice and got up to go to his room but not before bending down and pecking her cheek. This made Hermione blush profusely. She didn't know if she liked Ron in that way but she only thought it fair to give him a chance. Even though she knew she was doing wrong, she really wanted to give Theo and Ginny a chance. Hermione shot from her seat, way too excited about the news! She knew she could emotionally manipulate Ginny into coming with her. By Godric, she was becoming so Slytherin! She had to share her excitement with Theo and she knew it was after curfew but she couldn't help sneaking off towards the dungeons where the slytherins lay.
Standing outside the Slytherin common room, she caught one of the Slytherin prefects going inside to call Theodore Nott. She told them he had bunked his detention with Mr. Filch. Theo appeared in no time staggering outside, his hair sleep ruffled wearing his Slytherin robes shabbily.
"Theo! Wake up!"
"Wha-wha, Hermione?"
"Yeah, meet me at Zonko's Joke Shop in Hogsmeade. You, well, technically, we have a date this Sunday!" Hermione squealed with delight.
"Wait, you mean?"
"Yeah! We'll talk more later. I just really wanted to tell you this." She said reaching up to ruffle his sleep ruffled hair.
"Thanks, Mione. You're the best." He said and pulled her into a hug.
"Yeah, yeah, okay, Theo. Now go sleep." Said an embarrassed Hermione. "By the way, I told your House mates you had detention with Argus Filch which you missed, to explain me calling you out at this hour."
"Yeah, okay." Theo replied, waving her off with her hand, probably too tired to talk anymore. When Theo exited into the common room, Hermione felt something- someone behind her. She jumped to find Draco.
"So, you're going on a date with Theo?" he asked her, his voice nonchalant, his grey orbs revealing nothing. But she saw his hand balled up into a fist. He noticed her line of view and hid his hand in the pocket of his robes.
"What's it to you?"
"Answer me."
"Fuck off, Draco. Of all the times to talk to me, you choose this dark dungeon where nobody can see or hear us. Mighty nice places you've recently chosen to speak to the mudblood. Don't want nobody to know, right?" She spat, bitterly and walked past him to get to her common room when a hand snaked around her waist and pulled her back.
"You haven't answered me." His grey orbs penetrated into her small brown ones.
"And I don't intend to." She was standing too close to him for her liking. She tried moving away to put some distance between them but he pulled her against him again.
"Tell me, Hermione, are you, no, have you been fucking my best mate behind my back? Is that why you broke up with me?" His voice was harsh and so was his hold on her waist. She reached out into the pocket of her robes to retrieve her wand when-
"Looking for this?" Draco said, twirling her wand in his other hand.
"Give me my wand, Draco." She said through gritted teeth.
"Answer my question and I will."
"You just cannot take rejection can you? You are pathetic, Draco Malfoy." She said and soon she found his grip on her waist tighten. He was hurting her.
"That still doesn't answer my question. It only infuriates me further which makes me want to break things. Like your wand, perhaps." He said coldly. That was a direct threat. Refusing to take the chance of provoking his wrath she said,
"Fine, I'll tell you. Even though it is none of your business and your current actions completely contradict your actions earlier today where you not only accused me of turning you into a blood traitor, but you also didn't do drat when your pathetic friends were insulting me and you also have a girlfriend who would love to know, as much as I would, as to why the great Draco Malfoy give two shits about what the filthy mudblood is doing in her love life." She breathed heavily. When his nonchalant expression did not change, she took it her cue to tell him what he had asked for before he snapped her wand in a moment of impulse.
"No. I have not been fucking Theo behind your back." She said bitterly.
"And..?"
"I am not going on a date with him on Sunday. I'm setting him up with someone else. I can't tell you who, if Theo hasn't told you."
"That seems satisfactory." He said, giving her wand back to her. She removed herself from his grip and slapped him really hard.
"Why are you asking me all these questions? This is none of your business!" She growled aiming her wand at him. He cursed under his breath while he rubbed the reddened cheek.
"Because you're mine." He said simply and headed towards Slytherin portrait hole.
And just before the portrait closed behind him she said, "Then I guess you'll be glad to know that it is not Theo I am going on a date with this Sunday. It's my Ronny, who I love, love, and love so much!" Draco turned too late to come out as the portrait had just closed. But Hermione had seen the anger burning in his grey eyes. She had seen the grey storm brewing. She scurried back to her common room, running, fearing Draco would come back.
And only when she tucked herself into bed she allow to feel herself what she hadn't felt when he was there-
Safe.
A/N- Okay, so I wrote about Theo telling Hermione that Draco had let Hermione win because I thought it would contradict my earlier statement which showed that Draco was training with Bellatrix Lestrange. So he was much more practiced in the arts of duelling than Hermione was. But this doesn't mean that Hermione cannot kick ass because she so can! I am all for feminism! Lol. I will add scenes which show Hermione preparing herself for the oncoming war too!
Read and review, my lovelies! XD