Authors Note:
Just a little, airy, fluffy, fun ficlet in which Hermione rants, raves...and gets even. You may say 'it's so out of character' but we all have those yelling/screaming/psycho moments, right?
:-) So enjoy.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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"Mother!" She screamed. "My teeth, can you see them? I have to look in the mirror everyday, you know."
"Sweetheart," her Father said in a placating tone, "you've never cared about-"
"-well I do!" She said huffily.
"Well then," her Mother said. "We don't agree on the shrinking of perfectly nice teeth. Your Grandmother Mildred-"
"She's dead, Mother," Hermione said bluntly. "And I'm alive, see?" She flapped her arms about.
"Certainly these 'Harry' and 'Ron' boys that you speak of don't mind?"
"No," she said. "No, they don't mind."
"Then who does?"
"People, Mother, people, regular people with regular teeth who have parents who are witches and wizards-"
"So that's what this is about?" Her Father interjected. "Because you're just as good as anybody, darling."
"It's just," she sat down on the plush couch and sipped her tea. "I want my teeth to be nice and normal and not buck, and I'm not awfully insecure or going to die because my teeth are messed up--but it'd be nicer if they weren't."
Her Father exchanged a glance with Mrs. Granger. Mrs. Granger shook her head, "some things are hard. But your teeth, we don't want to use magic to fix them."
"That's awful! You're making me suffer...you like seeing me suffer!"
"Don't make those accusations," her Father said quickly. "But magic can't fix anything-"
"-it can fix this."
"What if it backfires?"
"It won't. Give me some credit."
"We already have," her Mother said shortly.
Hermione's light pink lips pouted slightly and her eyebrows rose. "Daddy," she pleaded.
"Your Mother and I have made our decision." He said as he nodded slightly.
She threw her Mother's 'Vogue' magazine onto the coffee table, "is that the way it's going to be then?"
The Grangers' exchanged confused looks.
"The way it's going to be?" Her Father asked.
"That way it's going to be," Mrs. Granger affirmed, puzzled.
"Yeah that's it! And guess what? I'm not going to...brush my teeth for a whole month! My teeth are already flawed, right?"
Their mouths gaped.
This was war.
"Please-" they begged.
"I have made my decision." She said firmly.
~*~
La Fin
Just a little, airy, fluffy, fun ficlet in which Hermione rants, raves...and gets even. You may say 'it's so out of character' but we all have those yelling/screaming/psycho moments, right?
:-) So enjoy.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
~*~
"Mother!" She screamed. "My teeth, can you see them? I have to look in the mirror everyday, you know."
"Sweetheart," her Father said in a placating tone, "you've never cared about-"
"-well I do!" She said huffily.
"Well then," her Mother said. "We don't agree on the shrinking of perfectly nice teeth. Your Grandmother Mildred-"
"She's dead, Mother," Hermione said bluntly. "And I'm alive, see?" She flapped her arms about.
"Certainly these 'Harry' and 'Ron' boys that you speak of don't mind?"
"No," she said. "No, they don't mind."
"Then who does?"
"People, Mother, people, regular people with regular teeth who have parents who are witches and wizards-"
"So that's what this is about?" Her Father interjected. "Because you're just as good as anybody, darling."
"It's just," she sat down on the plush couch and sipped her tea. "I want my teeth to be nice and normal and not buck, and I'm not awfully insecure or going to die because my teeth are messed up--but it'd be nicer if they weren't."
Her Father exchanged a glance with Mrs. Granger. Mrs. Granger shook her head, "some things are hard. But your teeth, we don't want to use magic to fix them."
"That's awful! You're making me suffer...you like seeing me suffer!"
"Don't make those accusations," her Father said quickly. "But magic can't fix anything-"
"-it can fix this."
"What if it backfires?"
"It won't. Give me some credit."
"We already have," her Mother said shortly.
Hermione's light pink lips pouted slightly and her eyebrows rose. "Daddy," she pleaded.
"Your Mother and I have made our decision." He said as he nodded slightly.
She threw her Mother's 'Vogue' magazine onto the coffee table, "is that the way it's going to be then?"
The Grangers' exchanged confused looks.
"The way it's going to be?" Her Father asked.
"That way it's going to be," Mrs. Granger affirmed, puzzled.
"Yeah that's it! And guess what? I'm not going to...brush my teeth for a whole month! My teeth are already flawed, right?"
Their mouths gaped.
This was war.
"Please-" they begged.
"I have made my decision." She said firmly.
~*~
La Fin
