The Woes of Hermione Granger
Wee! Second chapter, I hope you like it. You really should review if you'd like me to keep this story going, I'm notorious for not finishing what I've started, I need a lot of motivation.
"Harry, Ron", Hermione said tentatively over her second biscuit, "Do I have any enemies?"
They were situated in their usually seats at the Gryffindor table, Harry and Ron dutifully sitting on the side opposite Hermione. With that duty comes honour, which in Harry's case meant extra space on the table to rest his head.
They simultaneously glanced at Draco Malfoy who was currently relaying all the details of his last Quidditch match (He would have caught the Snitch if the Hufflepuff beater hadn't been trying to ask him out, he swears!). Ron did, that is, Harry just made an effort to shift his head in the right direction.
"'Mione – " Ron started.
"Other then him." She said quickly, "His cronies don't count either", she said before Harry could suggest it.
"Well… I can't think of any enemies, but people that don't like you, do they count?"
"Sure." She inwardly winced at the thought of people not liking her.
"Ravenclaws." Ron said nonchalantly.
"What?"
The boy wiped his mouth on his sleeve, which earned him a chastising look from Hermione, "They think you betrayed them, the ones in our year. Didn't you know?"
"What!"
"Of all the things you know, you didn't have that lodged somewhere in your mind?"came a sleepy voice.
"Shut up, Harry"
"Honestly, woman, you ask us for help and then insult us? I don't think that's very fair, do you Harry?" he cross his arms in mock anger and scowled across the table.
"Uh…"
"It's alright Harry, you only look stupid compared to an elephant." Hermione patted his head and gave him an empathetic look.
He pulled his head up and glowered, "I'm not stupid, I'm thinking."
"Stop if it hurts."
Ron grabbed the remaining parts of Hermione's biscuit "You make new enemies all the time, Hermione" he teased.
"At least I get a chance."
"Saying I don't?"
"You've met Snape, haven't you?"
"He hardly counts."
"Seulement dans votre esprit." Only in your mind
"You can't do that!"
"Que?" she asked innocently. Do what?
"You can't just start speaking French." He nudged his friend with his elbow, prompting him to take his side.
Harry nodded his head "He has a point Hermione, even if we are stupid, you can't just say things we don't understand."
"Faites-moi alors vous arrêter, Ronald." Then make me stop she whispered.
Harry sipped his pumpkin juice noisily and smacked his lips, "Yea, make her stop."
Both Ron and Hermione stared at their ebony haired companion quizzically.
He shrugged, "I thought it might be useful to know the phrase."
Ron raised his eyebrow and gave him an uncertain pat on the back, "Well, I have to go."
"Class isn't for another hour." Harry relayed.
Adjusting his worn slacks he began gathering his usual extra food "I'm not going to class."
Harry giggled, "I know where you're going."
"Where's that?"
"Potty?" he asked innocently.
"Go back to sleep."
"No, Harry, where is Ron going?" Hermione arched her back in curious pleasure. The fun she got out of asking Harry stupid questions was immense, she rested her elbows on the table and her chin on her intertwined fingers, "Répéter vraiment!"
"Again with the French!"
"Conversation d'arrêt" she said and stuck out her tongue.
"Yea, you just think you can get away with that." He rolled his eyes and walked away.
"You make Ron upset, he's going to his secret." Harry informed her.
"Lay off the weed, Harry. What's his secret?"
"Secret." He stated as if Hermione was obviously not clued in.
She sagged her shoulders in disappointment, "So you don't know what his secret is?"
"If I did, it wouldn't be a secret."
"I guess everyone has secrets now." She said bitterly.
Say what you will, as long as it's in a review! Next time, Hermione gets a clue to the letter note! We know her enemies now, so...