All Hallows Eve descended upon the castle and the feeling was in the air. Carved pumpkins of all sorts were in every corner, up and down, in all rooms and walkways. The chilly air had arrived as well causing everyone to start breaking out cloaks and mittens. Packages from were arriving with assortments of goodies in preparation for a wonderful holiday.

Hermione sat alone in her four poster bed contemplating returning home. She wanted nothing more than to be apart of this world, where she didn't have to worry about tiaras, ball gowns, dinner parties, afternoon teas, and shaking hands or dancing with the most obsurd people. She wanted friendship above all else, with normal kids her own age. Not those that were thrust upon her by courtly life.

Friendship hadn't come easy at this school. Her dormmates, Lavender, Parvati, and the others, acknowledged her but never made it a point to include her. No one in Gryffindor, would approach her unless it was a question about schoolwork. They all thought she should have been sorted to Ravenclaw, because of her knowledge. What made it worse, was that Harry barely noticed her anymore, due to Ron's habit of steering clear.

She finally got out of bed and started her day. She had changed and barely put a brush to her head before dragging herself downstairs. She sat down with an open book in front of her plate, eating her breakfast. She read the next chapter in her class for Charms. She wanted to be ready. No matter what anyone said, she would continue to study no matter the reason.

She looked up at the entrance to the Great Hall and saw Ron and Harry coming in. Harry noticed her and smiled before being dragged to the other end of the table where the rest of the Weasleys sat. Hermione sighed and returned to her book.


Harry awoke that morning, hoping to talk to Hermione again. From his initial meeting of her, she seemed great. They didn't talk much after that but he was willing to get to know anyone. The Weasley's were great. Fred and George were funny, Percy was annoying but stuck up, and Ron was a good friend but he was becoming irritating.

Whenever Harry wanted to go say hi to Hermione, Ron would pull him in another direction. Harry wanted so many times to tell him to let him do his own thing but Ron was the first friend he ever had, and he was scared to lose that.

For years, Harry lived in a little room (more like a closet or cupboard) at his Aunt and Uncles manor in Surrey near London. His Uncle held the title of Earl of Surrey. When Harry was a baby, he was taken in by his aunt and uncle after the death of his parents, but to keep his name clear, he was given to a maid to raise and when he came to a certain age was used as a house boy.

The Dursleys only son Dudley was a porkish boy, the same age as Harry. Dudley and his friends were torturous and made sure that Harry never had a friend. He was always lonely and when Ron had introduced himself to Harry on the train to Hogwarts, he finally knewwhat it meant to have a friend, and he was not ready to let that go.

Harry walked into the Great Hall on All Hallows Eve wanting to talk to Hermione, when he saw her look at him, he was ready but Ron had pushed toward his family. Harry sighed and sat down to see Fred and George's new idea for a joke.


Hermione walked into Charms and was placed with Ron yet again for the practical. Learning to float a feather was easy to Hermione and she knew trying to help Ron was going to be a struggle.

Professor Flitwick stood atop his piles of books so everyone could see the tiny man. "Now don't forget the nice wrist movement, we've been practising, swish and flick. I want you all to try and levitate your feathers before end of class."

Hermione,m along with the rest of the class turned toward their feathers and began. Ron started with the wrong pronunciation and started jerking his arm in a throwing motion, "Stop, Stop Stop, you keep doing that, your going to take someones eye out. Besides your saying it all wrong, it's Levi-O-sa, not Levio-Sa."

"Go ahead, Hermione, since your so clever." She turned to her feather and with ease she said the incantation as if she had said it for years. The feather floated above her and she was able to keep it afloat. She smiled as she watched it continue to float.

"Well done, Miss Granger, 10 points to Gryffindor." Flitwick squeaked.

"Geez, Hermione. This. This is why you can't have any friends. Your just a BLOODY know-it-all."

It was as if a pin dropped in class, everyone gasped at the scene in front of them. Hermione's eyes flooded and she scooted her chair back and ran, her bag in tow.

"Mr. Weasley, that was awful. Ten Points from Gryffindor, and three weeks detention." Ron sulked as he put his head on his books.

When Professor Flitwickhad moved onto the next students, Harry turned to Ron. "How could you do that to her?"

"What? She made me look stupid in front of everyone." Ron said throwing his hands into the air, trying to excuse his way out of it. "And besides I meant every word, She is such a bloody know-it-all. She has to be right in everything."

"So what? You never needed to say those things. That was extremely hurtful." Harry said in her absent defense.

"Why are you suddenly taking up for her?"

"Because I would like to consider her a friend of mine."

"Your crazy to be her friend, all she wants to do is study in the library."

"I like the library, Ron."

"Whatever Harry." Ron turned away, and Flitwick soon dismissed class.

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