The Woes of Hermione Granger

Who doesn't wonder about Hermione? Well if you don't, that's bad. You deserve bad cheesecake, and I have plenty of that  But this is also and experiment, it's angsty. Or ANG STAY! As some people say it. Some of it is in French, please don't kill me for horrible translation, I'm using Google for Heaven's sake… I'm going for at least ten chapters, I don't want too much of a commitment… R&R!

Hermione was standing at the entrance to the library waiting for Ron to show up. She was getting very annoyed with his newfound love for being late for things. Hermione hated tardiness. She tapped her foot, her pink and black saddle shoes echoed through the halls mimicking her watch, a perfect rhythm, they were the slow and steady heartbeat that was Hermione Granger. The tapping stopped abruptly as a heart attack as she gathered her things ready to leave, until she spotted a maroon mass skidding through the halls.

"Where have you been?" wrinkling her nose at the unique scent Ron was sporting.

"Um, you see-" he nervously began to explain, "What's the face for?"

"What that… scent?" She asked politely.

"What do you mean?"

"It doesn't matter, come on…" He dragged him into the library.

They sat down at an empty table in the corner. Ron spilled his parchment out onto the table along with the other contents of his bag.

"Can't I just copy your essay…?" Ron pleaded.

"Do you think I'm stupid? That never works…" She laughed.

"It was worth a shot." He smirked.

"It isn't a difficult essay, Ron, it's only three feet."

"On what we did this summer…"

"What did you do this summer?"

"You know damn well what I did this summer."

"Yea, nothing."

"Exactly, plus that was ages ago!"

"It was a month ago."

"Then why do we have to do an essay on it?"

"It isn't what you did this summer, it's about how magic affects our lives at home." She read Ron's previous notes.

"But it doesn't!"

Hermione stared at him, "Ron, your entire family is full of magic."

"But that doesn't affect me."

"It keeps your house in tact."

"Oh."

"Just compare your life to that of a muggles."

"But I don't know how muggles live!"

"That's why you're taking Muggle Studies."

"I didn't want to take it, my dad made me."

"But still, you must have learned something."

"I guess so…"

Hermione rolled her eyes; this is the life she led. Laughing at Ron's clueless ness as he struggled to write a paragraph without Hermione's help, she wondered if she wouldn't mind doing it everyday.

She lay on her bed, sprawled out like someone had dropped her there. Her eyes were closed, as though in deep concentration, but all that was on her mind was one song. A small piece of parchment lie next to her. It was as if everything that day was in complete opposite, she had actually enjoyed helping Ron, but when she received a letter that should have intrigued her she felt only annoyance.

She'd just received a letter from… Well she didn't know whom it was from. It simply said:

Je ne pense pas que c'est ce qu'ont signifié elles quand elles ont indiqué pour aimer vos ennemis...

Avec l'amour et la misère noire,

Pour Toujours

Of course Hermione could easily transalate, I don't think this is what they meant when they said to love your enemies…

With love and squalor,

For Always

But what did that mean ?

Yea, short chapter, kill me :( R&R