Disclaimer: All characters are Joanne Rowling's not mine.
Pride is excessive belief in one's own abilities that interferes with the individual's recognition of the grace of God. It has been called the sin from which all others arise. Pride is also known as Vanity.
Chapter Three: Pride
Hermione stared at the reflection looking back at her in the mirror. Her reflection.
"That's me…" She whispered to herself. "Wow… I'm so pretty."
There was a knock from outside and I voice shouted through. "Are you done yet?"
"Almost." She called back. She picked up her things and opened the bathroom door. "Lavender… this is a prefects bathroom and as I'm the prefect I use this bathroom when ever I want."
"Uh… ok." She replied widening her eyes and walking past Hermione.
"You are not a prefect. I let you use this because you're my friend. I get first call on it."
Lavender was about to open her mouth again but Hermione interrupted.
"Just remember that next time you're banging on the door." Hermione walked off in a slight huff leaving shocked and open-mouthed Lavender to the bathroom.
Hermione walked up to the statue that stood before Dumbledore's office.
"Humbugs…" she said and the statue slid across to reveal the steps that led to his office. She walked up the steps and knocked on his door.
"Come…" came his quick reply.
Hermione entered and took a seat that he was gesturing too.
"How can I help, Hermione?" he asked, staring pensively at her.
"Well Headmaster. It's come to my... attention that students like me are few and far between…"
"…You mean with you talent for classes and cleverness."
"Yes." She replied smiling at him. "I think it should be recognised. I mean… I work hard, I get the highest grades and in return I get nothing."
Dumbledore looked at her and for the first time in his life he looks truly shocked and lost for words. "What do you have in mind?" He finally asked her.
"Perhaps…" she wondered for a moment. "A cup or maybe even a huge banner… With Hermione written across it in big letters."
"Dumbledore chuckled to himself and stood up. "My dear, I hardly think something so extravagant is needed."
"But…" she started to protest.
He cut her off. "You're talent is recognised, Hermione. We all know you will be a great witch and I know you would never worry about something as trivial as that."
"I do though… headmaster no one tries as hard as I do… I'm the greatest witch to ever attend Hogwarts."
"Possible yes you might be. However I cannot let you place banners around the halls stating it."
"Oh… well thank you anyway." She stood up and walked out before he could get another word in.
Hermione walked around the castle grounds. She pulled out some parchment and a quill and sat down on the grass opposite the lake. Unrolling the parchment she dipped her quill into the inkpot and wrote her heading.
TalentsOn the opposite side of the paper she wrote another heading.
Faults"Faults first!" she said to herself.
For several minutes Hermione stared at the blank list she was making.
"Faults… faults… faults…" she repeated to herself again and again. "I don't have any… ok then! Talents!" She began scribbling down several things she knew she was good at.
"Potions… Astronomy… Charms… Wait… gosh what am I thinking? I'm good at all my subjects!" She laughed to herself and started to think of other things she could do well. "Well… I'm excellent on a broom too!" so she wrote that down. "And of course I should put what things I've accomplished down… Highest grades… prefect… possible head girl!"
Several hours later Hermione had written three rolls of parchment about things she'd accomplished and things she was good at. Under her faults list, however. She had nothing.
"What's that?"
"Whoa!"
There were gasps from everyone as six large owls swooped into the great hall. They were carrying a large poster and on it there was a picture of Hermione Granger.
Hermione stood up and raised her voice so everyone could here. "I've started a new club!" she said proudly. "For recognition of outstanding students. I called it… C.T.G…"
There was a huge silence. Even the teachers were shocked.
"What does it stand for…?" asked a Hufflepuff girl.
"Celebrate The Greatness."
There were several sniggers from the Slytherin table and everyone else simply sat in shock. Was this the Hermione Granger they knew? Quiet… helpful… certainly not full of herself!
"I AM THE GREATEST!" She shouted loudly so everyone in the hall turned to face her.
Dumbledore nodded at Snape and he approached her. "Please, Miss Granger. Step down right now!"
"I deserved this, Professor!"
"No miss Granger, you deserve to be locked away. Step down or I will remove you myself."
Hermione stepped down and looked up at her Potions master. "I deserve this…" she said again.
"Follow me…" said Dumbledore walking up to them and then walking out of the hall.
Hermione did as he asked. "You want to buy a badge, Professor?" she asked running slightly to keep up with them. She held a badge up. It read CTG.
"No miss Granger… I don't want a badge…"
A/N
I'm SO sorry this took so long… I had a bad case of writers block and even now I'm not really happy with it. Still… I tried… Chapter Four up soon! Please review…
Thank yous to…
Nest Freemark: I know I know… Your girlfriend is so perfect and all that… aren't you a lucky girl! =D
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