Hermione paced back and forth nervously. The pink walls starred at her, asking her why. Why? She thought, Why do I feel so
angry at Harry? He's in love with Ginny now, but..
"Hermione, dear, Dinner!" Her mother yelled from the kitchen downstairs.
"In a minute!" Hermione croaked, sitting on her bed. It was so odd to be back in her frilly pink room, in her tiny house just
outside of London. It never seemed like her cozy spot in the house, instead it reminded her how her parents wanted her to be. Not smart,
but a girly-girl, like little girls should be. The door swung open, finding Winky the House Elf looking at her.
"Hey, Winky!" Hermione gushed, genuenly happy to see her. Winky and Dobby found true elven love after Hermione's efforts to
free them from the kitchens of Hogwarts. Finally, at the end of their 7th year, Dumbledore freed the elves and forced Peeves
to become the new chef. Soon afterwards, Hermione smiled at the memories, watching Winky approach.
"Winky made dinner for Hermione Granger." Winky said happily. Hermione bit her lip.
"Oh, they arn't making you cook, are they?" Winky shook her head, her wide eyes blinked.
"No no, Hermione Granger, I wished to cook for you." Her toothy grin made Hermione smile.
"Thank you, Winky, just give me a moment to wash up." Hermione said, standing up. Winky nodded.
"Yes, Hermione Granger." Winky said, exiting the room. Hermione walked to the nearby bathroom, turning on the faucet. She
looked into the mirror, starring back at her long, straightened hair and clear complection.
"What's wrong with me? Why did he break up with me?!" She splashed some water onto her face and tried to look happy.
"From now on, I will do my best to GET HIM BACK!" She said to her reflection, confidently opening the door and going to the
kitchen.
****
In the dining room, her mother and father were sitting around the table, filling their plates. She raised an eyebrow, at the
small children's sized table Winky and Dobby sat at.
"Mum, why can't they sit with us?" Hermione asked, sitting in the chair. Her mother filled her plate with a mixture of foods,
then calmly replied,
"It's much more their size, Hermione." Her father chuckled, intaking a forkload of food.
"Unless you want to start a club to protest it." He said with a chuckle, making her mother laugh. Hermione's stomach flip-
flopped. Her parents never took her seriously, ever since she told them she loved learning.
"S.P.E.W is not just a club, father, it's for the wellbeing of elvish kind!" She said, her face turning red.
"Now now, Hermherms, eat up." Hermione shook her head, pushing back her empty plate.
"NO! I'm tired of you treated me like a two-year-old! S.P.E.W is very important to me, but yet you always act like it's
just some stupid club! You always act so proud of me in front of other people, when you always wanted me to be this girly-
girl frilly pink-dressed girl. I'm not, and I never will be!" Hermione scooted out of her chair and ran back upstairs,
ignoring the "Wait!" from her mother.
"No one understands me anymore." Hermione yelled, collapsing onto her bed. Tears poured down her eyes as she thought about
ripping the pink paint of the walls.
"Um..miss...miss..." She jumped up, finding Dobby standing by the side of her bed with a small picnic basket. "Food for your
journey home." He said smiling. Hermione wiped away her tears, wanting to hug him.
"Thank you, thank you so much Dobby." She took the basket and hugged him quickly. "I can't wait to eat it. I'll see you
soon." Dobby knew she wanted to leave, she was suprised he knew her so well. Dobby stood back and watched as Hermione
disapparated away.
angry at Harry? He's in love with Ginny now, but..
"Hermione, dear, Dinner!" Her mother yelled from the kitchen downstairs.
"In a minute!" Hermione croaked, sitting on her bed. It was so odd to be back in her frilly pink room, in her tiny house just
outside of London. It never seemed like her cozy spot in the house, instead it reminded her how her parents wanted her to be. Not smart,
but a girly-girl, like little girls should be. The door swung open, finding Winky the House Elf looking at her.
"Hey, Winky!" Hermione gushed, genuenly happy to see her. Winky and Dobby found true elven love after Hermione's efforts to
free them from the kitchens of Hogwarts. Finally, at the end of their 7th year, Dumbledore freed the elves and forced Peeves
to become the new chef. Soon afterwards, Hermione smiled at the memories, watching Winky approach.
"Winky made dinner for Hermione Granger." Winky said happily. Hermione bit her lip.
"Oh, they arn't making you cook, are they?" Winky shook her head, her wide eyes blinked.
"No no, Hermione Granger, I wished to cook for you." Her toothy grin made Hermione smile.
"Thank you, Winky, just give me a moment to wash up." Hermione said, standing up. Winky nodded.
"Yes, Hermione Granger." Winky said, exiting the room. Hermione walked to the nearby bathroom, turning on the faucet. She
looked into the mirror, starring back at her long, straightened hair and clear complection.
"What's wrong with me? Why did he break up with me?!" She splashed some water onto her face and tried to look happy.
"From now on, I will do my best to GET HIM BACK!" She said to her reflection, confidently opening the door and going to the
kitchen.
****
In the dining room, her mother and father were sitting around the table, filling their plates. She raised an eyebrow, at the
small children's sized table Winky and Dobby sat at.
"Mum, why can't they sit with us?" Hermione asked, sitting in the chair. Her mother filled her plate with a mixture of foods,
then calmly replied,
"It's much more their size, Hermione." Her father chuckled, intaking a forkload of food.
"Unless you want to start a club to protest it." He said with a chuckle, making her mother laugh. Hermione's stomach flip-
flopped. Her parents never took her seriously, ever since she told them she loved learning.
"S.P.E.W is not just a club, father, it's for the wellbeing of elvish kind!" She said, her face turning red.
"Now now, Hermherms, eat up." Hermione shook her head, pushing back her empty plate.
"NO! I'm tired of you treated me like a two-year-old! S.P.E.W is very important to me, but yet you always act like it's
just some stupid club! You always act so proud of me in front of other people, when you always wanted me to be this girly-
girl frilly pink-dressed girl. I'm not, and I never will be!" Hermione scooted out of her chair and ran back upstairs,
ignoring the "Wait!" from her mother.
"No one understands me anymore." Hermione yelled, collapsing onto her bed. Tears poured down her eyes as she thought about
ripping the pink paint of the walls.
"Um..miss...miss..." She jumped up, finding Dobby standing by the side of her bed with a small picnic basket. "Food for your
journey home." He said smiling. Hermione wiped away her tears, wanting to hug him.
"Thank you, thank you so much Dobby." She took the basket and hugged him quickly. "I can't wait to eat it. I'll see you
soon." Dobby knew she wanted to leave, she was suprised he knew her so well. Dobby stood back and watched as Hermione
disapparated away.