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That evening, at dinner, Hermione just stared at the food in front of her. She seemed to be thinking about something that troubled her.

"Uh…Hermione? Something wrong?" asked Harry.

"Huh? Oh, uh, no." she seemed to be coming out of a dream. "I'm not hungry. I'll just…go to bed now. Bye."

"That was odd." commented Ron, through a bite of chicken. "She didn't really seem to be…well, you know, all there."

"Yea." agreed Harry absentmindedly.

He did agree with Ron. Hermione was acting strange. He was just busy thinking; the only time Hermione ever looked distracted that way, and left during a meal was when she was angry, or she had to use the library for something. She obviously wasn't angry, but she didn't have any homework left to do either.

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-In the Gryffindor common-room-

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Hermione sat beside the fireplace in an armchair so big it dwarfed her. Only three other people were in the common-room at the moment; a large, male seventh year that had a really loud voice, and two little second years playing exploding snap.

It's just so…gross, I guess. Hermione was thinking. I never really thought about it before though.

She felt a slight headache coming on, and decided to go to bed for real.

As she headed up the staircase, she heard Ron and Harry enter the common room. As usual, they were talking about Quidditch.

"You really should get some homework done tonight." She couldn't help herself from calling down to them.

A synchronized sigh was heard.

"You know Ron, she's right. We really should get some done."

They sat down and started their homework, Ron looking thoroughly grumpy.

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At 11:30 that evening, the common-room started to empty out. The only people left were those still doing homework; Fifth years and older.

"Hey Ron. Hey Harry. Still doing homework?"

Ron spun around to see who was behind him.

"Oh, hey Hermione. Could you pleeeease help me with this essay? I've been working on it for almost two hours now!"

"Oh alright." She said patiently. She was used to this.

Harry looked up from his essay. "Hey, I thought you went to bed already."

"Yes, well. I went to bed so early that I've already got all the sleep I need."

"Well, that's good, now you can help us with this!" said Ron cheerfully, waving his essay in her face. She snatched it from him, and started making corrections.

"So," continued Harry. "What was wrong at supper? Why did you leave?"

"Oh. That." Hermione looked uncomfortable. "Well, I've decided to be vegetarian."

"What?" cried Ron, startled.

Harry decided not to say anything just yet. He didn't really know what to think.

"Yes," Hermione continued more strongly. "I think it's very cruel to kill defenseless animals just for our selfish needs."

"Vegetarian? Is it about the pig?"

"Not only the pig! It just helped me realize how horrible it is to eat animals." Hermione was getting a little red in the face from anger.

"Sound's stupid to me." muttered Ron.

"Well! If you think I'm stupid then you obviously don't need my help with this!" she threw Ron's essay on the floor and stomped off to her dormitory.

"What did I do?" ask a flustered Ron.

Harry continued writing, not looking at his best friend.

After awhile, Ron retrieved his essay from the floor, muttering angrily.

Please tell me what you think so far! Am I keeping everyone in character?