The week had passed almost uneventfully. Hermione was learning all she could but was more or less still alone. She tried to stick by Ron and Harry but Ron's incessant nagging about her being a know-it-all, was hurting her. To make matters worse, Harry was not attempting to take up for her or defend her in any way. She had sat in her four poster bed one night and cried because she just wanted a friend. Her dorm mates also seemed to exclude her in certain activities.

After her cry fest in her room, she had come to terms with it, and decided that she possibly did not know how to socialize, like she should. Hermione endeavored to socialize more, or well, at least try too.

Her classes were excellent, it had only been a week, and teachers could already tell who the shining star of the first years was. In Charms, she had outshone Ron after being paired with her even over his objections and whining. Ron was never nice to her again, and even Harry felt bad for her, but again did nothing to stop Ron from saying those things.

In Potions however, the potions master Severus Snape, seemed hell bent on making all Gryffindors suffer, including Harry. The blonde haired, weasel faced boy named Malfoy, seemed to be the ultimate teachers pet and liked picking on the Gryffindors, giving them all nicknames. Harry was Pot-head, Ron was Weasel, Neville was Toadless, and they gave Hermione a name that was retched. He called her Mudblood and that brought her to tears. Snape did nothing to stop him at anything he did against the Gryffindors. Malfoy even tipped over her cauldron, spilling contents of a color changing potion onto the floor, making the slate stone gray an ugly yellow color.

Transfiguration was at least a little better, having the one teacher in the school who knew about her. Hermione quickly became McGonagalls favorite student, knowing all the answers to every question and even being the first to transfigure a pin into a quill.

The one great thing that came out of that first week, was showing Harry a piece of himself. Hermione had joined Harry and Ron on one of their discussions about being a seeker for Gryffindor. Harry was freaking out knowing nothing about it. When Hermione showed him the plaque with his fathers name on it, he reveled in the tiny bit of knowledge finally afforded to him about his parents. He had smiled and thanked Hermione.


The weeks continued and nothing had changed. Hermione was still outcast from the duo by Ron, and she was still alone. On October 1st, she reported to McGonagalls office to recieve her new glamour. "Professor?"

"Miss Granger, come in come in." She got up from her desk and met Hermione in the middle of the room. She waved her wand and suddenly all the doors and shutters closed, closing off the room. She waved her wand once more and a beam of light came out settling on all corners of the classroom, "A silencing charm, Miss Granger, so we can not be overheard."

"Of course, Thank you Professor."

"How has it been going for you?" She asked.

"Alright, I suppose. Just learning a new routine, from what I have been used to in the past."

"I imagine it is difficult to come from such a structured life, to one such as this."

"It is, Professor."

"Alright, for your glamour, I am doing the same one as before."Hermione nodded as McGonagall waved her wand once more, this time her stream of light focusing on Hermione herself. "That's it, We will have to do this every month. Maybe one day I can teach you how to do this yourself."

"Thank You again, Professor."

"Of course, Your Highness." Hermiones eyes darted back up to McGonagalls but before she could say anything, the silencing charms were removed and the shutters reopened, "I do believe it is time for your next class, Miss Granger."

Hermione shouldered her bag and headed out into the common ways and headed to potions. Hermione was upset at Professor McGonagall for breaking the one rule. Her anger continued well into class as she set up her cauldron and began her potion. She added the necessary ingredients and started to stir making sure to count to thirty while going clockwise.

Little did she know, Malfoy was in preparation, and it wasnt for the potion on the board. Hermione had counted to 15 and continued stirring when Malfoy knocked the table a little, but it was enough to knock over her potion.

"Are you kidding me?" Hermione threw her spoon into the soupy mess as he snickered. "Malfoy, you have no idea who your messing with."

"Why don't you show me, Mudblood?" Malfoy said, attempting to rile her up.

"Excuse me, Granger, 20 points from Gryffindor." Snape said interfering, she picked up her bag looked at Harry, who had a look of pity for her, then at the rest of the class, all of which were looking straight at her. She turned on her heel and headed straight out of the class, with Snape yelling for her to return.

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