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"Uh, loverah searchamus?"

Bonnie Darling tilted her head, making her dirty blonde curls spill to her sides. "I don't think so."

Hermione gave out an exasperated sigh. She looked like she was ready to burst into frustrated tears if only she wasn't in front of Bonnie.

"Oh, 'Mione, please don't cry!" Bonnie sat beside Hermione, whose head was in her small hands, perched on the bunk bed they shared. "It's okay, I am sure SOMEONE in this school fancies, ya." She smiled sympathetically, her Australian brogue thick enough to cut with a butter knife.

Hermione lifted her head and smiled appreciatively. If she had not met Bonnie, she definitely couldn't have survived Hogwarts with two little boys as her best friends. Well, of course she had millions of laughs with THE Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, who never ceased to make her smile, but they constantly seemed to disregard the reality that she was a girl, and it was only recently that her gender had caused some problems. I mean, what male wizard shared her obsession with a MUGGLE movie star? Every now and then, when caught up in some rule-breaking scheme, she comes to the realization that maybe, just maybe, Harry and Ron want her there because she has the brains to help them carry out the scheme that SHE probably had though of in the first place.

"Why can't I be beautiful like you?" Hermione wailed as she admired Bonnie's soft ringlets and piercing green eyes.

Bonnie shook her head. "But you are, 'Mione! The guys wouldn't just see it!"

Hermione laughed bitterly and ran a hand through her bushy auburn mane, and looked into the small hand mirror she kept on her bedside table. She closed her big googly eyes, and shuddered. She could have been mistaken for Hagrid's sister, or maybe a premature werewolf, if only she wasn't so depressingly short!

Before, Hermione never cared for handsome wizards, how her hair looked, or if she was short like a gnome or supermodel-tall, but it was different when she finally met some GIRLS (Ahem, Ginny Weasley does not count!).

Bonnie and the rest of the female Gryffindors had introduced her to all the wizards (she particularly liked the ones from Ravenclaw, and after a few two hours since her encounter with the Sorting Hat, she was still wondering why she hell was put in Gryffindor!), that sticky goop for the lips (Mouth gunk, I think), and more exciting friends to have fun with. The problem was, the instance where Hermione was completely lost and foreign to the conversation, has happened much more than she had planned. The girls were always talking about boys, wizard and muggle, and this topic is one you couldn't find in the library, even in the restricted section.

One by one, Bonnie and the others were having relationships with the other wizards, and Hermione always bumped into two lovebirds in the library, or in the gardens, talking nonsense about love and all that.

She angrily slammed her mirror downward so she couldn't see her reflection.

'I'm sure Bonnie never has to do that.' Hermione said inwardly, ready to burst and go POP! with insecure tears. She looked at Bonnie again and sighed. All the boys flocked to her like moth to a flame, Hell, even Fred and George Weasley had wanted to date her! And Hermione herself barely got any dates, heck, anything but a study date where all the guys wanted her to do is make Hermione do their potions homework would be appreciated!

That was it.

Hermione wailed like an ancient banshee and started sobbing into her hands. Bonnie froze, and tried to calm her down furiously, muttering things like, "They didn't mean what they said" and "You're gorgeous, mate!"

These Lies made Hermione even angrier and weaker, hence, she cried louder.

If only she hadn't stumbled upon a group of boys in the library! If only she just studied and stayed put! But no, she had to go and look for Bonnie, and naturally, where Bonnie was, a group of guys were as well.

Hermione remembered it like it was yesterday . . . . (Even if, in reality, it had just been an hour ago)

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Hermione had done all her homework and the extra-credit assignments Professor McGonagall had awarded her with, and she wanted to look for Bonnie, to help her with her Herbology assignment. She walked into the library, and the minute she spotted Bonnie flirting with a Hufflepuff, she heard it.

Voices of young little boys who were way to immature to be talking about anything besides quidditch.

But they were, oh yes, they were.

"Her teeth!!" Draco's smooth voice arose from all the chattering in the tables around Bonnie. "Huge! Oversized! Plainly horrifying!"

Crabbe and Goyle chuckled, chuckles that were obviously forced. "Her hair,

too!!" They look like broom-ends on her huge head!"

And to everyone's surprise, a tall, brooding hufflepuff boy spoke softly, his voice quivering. "And such a snobby know-it-all! That girl is attention hungry, I tell you!"

All the boys laughed loudly, and none of them noticed Hermione standing there, her face red and blotchy, her eyes full of depression and hurt that would never heal. It didn't take a moron to figure out whom they were talking about, and for once in her life, Hermione wished WAS a moron.

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In remembrance of this, Hermione was brutally thrown back into reality, and she started sobbing even louder.

One day, Draco was going to turn into something… unnatural. Hermione can assure you of that.

After a few more minutes of ear-piercing weeps and more failed attempts of smiles from Bonnie (who was getting bored, and yearned to go to the common room where Lee Jordan was probably waiting for her), a tall figure with brilliant eyes and an obviously uncomfortable and an out-of-place look on his cute face glided (or maybe, ran) in, looking concerned.

"What is going on?" He asked, his eyes looking everywhere for a bloody cut, of maybe a stab in the stomach.

But there was no suicide attempts to be found, at least not today.

All he witnessed was a disheartened Hermione (and a bored-to-tears Bonnie), on

The edge of her bed, her usually neat robes wet and rumpled. And before he (or she) knew what they were doing, he enveloped Hermione is his strong arms, attempting to make her calmed and comforted (and so she could shut up, and he could finally go back to studying his Muggles Through The Ages textbook, and so he could get out of this bloody girls dormitory!), but even if Hermione knew this was the reason for the warmth, she appreciated it even more. She cried into his soft robes for about three more minutes, and those three minutes were precious.

Because it made an understanding, a bond, and a friendship.

He patted her back pitifully, and Bonnie was just staring at them, not quite believing the picture that was painted right in front of her.

Hermione Granger and Percy Weasley, wrapped comfortingly in each others arms.

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