Disclaimer: I did not invent and do not own Harry Potter. All of my credit is awarded to J.K. Rowling and her publishers.
The halls were mostly empty as the three friends made their way to the Great Hall. Ron and Harry chattered with an occasional nod from Hermione. To her dissatisfaction, it took the boys a few moments to realize the change in Hermione's hair.
"Don't you notice anything different? Anything at all?" Hermione asked pointedly. Harry stared a moment, and Ron shook his head. "Honestly…are you two blind?"
After several moments of questioning, Harry finally got the gist and noticed Hermione's hair. Though neither one said it, they preferred the usual style. But to be polite, they both complimented a disgruntled Hermione.
At the Gryffindor table, Hermione helped herself to a heaping plate of sausage links, tomatoes, tea, and hash. Her plate was so piled, only Ron's beat it in height. As she helped herself to pumpkin juice, and Hedwig brought Harry the Daily Prophet, Malfoy walked passed. Sneering malevolently, he said to Hermione, "I see you've got enough food for a hog, Granger. Honestly, don't you Mudbloods get fed at home?" With that comment, an enraged Harry and Ron whipped out their wands, ready to duel. However, they were interrupted by Hermione knocking off her plate and running out of the Great Hall, her face tear-streaked.
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To readers: I know, so short. But I will be updating more tomorrow.