Disclaimer: DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OKAY? Obviously. I doubt that J. K. Rowling would actually bother writing fan fictions about her own stories.

Please give me suggestions about anything you don't like in this story please. Am I keeping everyone in character? I hope so.

I'm sorry my chapters are so short.

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The next day at breakfast Hermione was deliberately ignoring Ron. He, in turn, was trying very hard to look carefree.

"Nice morning, eh, Harry?"

"Uh…. yeah."

Fred turned to look at Hermione.

"So! I heard you're vegetarian. Care for some bacon? Perhaps a slice of ham?" He waved the dishes in Hermione's face.

"No, no!" George had turned to her also. "I'm sure she's much rather have sausages. Much more nutritious, I'd think."

"Shut up!" Hermione growled at them. She picked up her plate to go sit with Ginny and Neville. The truth was, the smell of the meat was really tempting, and she was having enough trouble keeping her resolve without people waving it under her nose.

"Hey, Hermione." Ginny smiled at her.

"Hi." Said Neville.

"So," Hermione tried to feel cheerful. "How're you and Dean doing?"

"Oh, we broke up two days ago." Ginny replied breezily, stuffing a very large piece of egg into her mouth. "We decided that we just didn't like each other that way anymore."

Hermione smiled to herself, and resumed the eating of her pancakes. Ginny was so good at this romantic stuff.

After breakfast, Ron and Harry made their way to transfiguration. Hermione was ahead of them, talking with Parvati and Lavender.

"She's so stubborn." Ron looked frustrated.

"Well, you did tell her it was stupid." Harry said.

"Hello, students" Professor McGonagall was at the front of the classroom. Beside her was a crate of chickens. "Today we will be transfiguring chickens into turkeys. I will come around to each of your tables."

She started walking around the classroom, giving instructions.

"Yes, Miss Granger?" Hermione's hand was in the air.

"Professor, doesn't it hurt the animals to be transfigured?" she was frowning.

"I don't believe so, Miss Granger, but since I am neither a chicken nor a turkey, I would not know." She turned away to watch Dean perform the spell. His chicken squawked and turned into a tennis birdie.

"Professor!"

"Yes, Miss Granger?"

"Does it hurt a human to be transfigured?"

"No, Miss Granger."

"Then it shouldn't hurt a chicken either, right?"

"I believe you are right. Now start practising, or you will be getting extra homework." Harry and Ron had been avidly listening to the exchange, and now snapped back to reality as Professor McGonagall tapped her wand on their desk.

"You too, boys."

They both turned to their chickens and started trying to transfigure them. Ron's first attempt consisted of turning the desk legs into chicken legs, which was walking away as Harry guffawed, and Ron looked ashamed. McGonagall quickly turned it back into its usual self and she then glared at Ron, who turned bright red.

As he tried the spell for himself, Harry thought he saw Hermione petting and crooning to her chicken, out to the corner of his eye, before she performed the spell perfectly, as usual.

Hermione looked over at Ron's feeble attempts looking rather smug. Ron just looked angry.

Please give me helpful suggestions if you have any. Please review, and are my characters in character?