Chapter 3: Crazy Hair

Everyone had finally entered the Great Hall, sat at their house tables, and began eating.

It was only then that they had finished eating, they all could sit near the front of the Hall near the Headmasters stand, and talk to one another. Most kids talked within their own house, or with others.

Harry sat with the Weasleys, and could tell Ginny, Ron's little sister was irritating George.

"Oh my God! Shut up, Ginny!", shouted George, covering his ears.

"What's up with her glasses?", asked Fred, pointing to a Ravenclaw girl, who was wearing a pair of pink glasses that was shaped rather oddly. The lenses weren't clear, one lens had swirly pink on it, while the other lens had the same swirl, but a blue color. The girl seemed to be reaching into the air, swatting away at something invisible. That only brought laughter towards her, but she didn't seem to mind.

Just then, a very old man walked up to the stand and addressed the students.

"Welcome to Hogwarts! I am Professor Dumbledore, your Headmaster. Now, Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you that there is a list of things that you should and shouldn't do. But to cut to the chase, don't do anything reckless or anything that will endanger your life", he said in a very swift tone. "Now, we have four houses, Gryffindor".

Harry, Hermione, the Weasleys, and a couple of others, shouted, "Yeah! WHOOP!".

"Ravenclaw".

"Whoooo!", shouted the Ravenclaws.

"Hufflepuff".

"At first there was silence, but one Hufflepuff, Cedric Diggory, yelled, "YEAH!".

"And Slytherin".

"Ha, ha, ha, ssssssssss!", exclaimed Draco, and his friend, Crabbe N' Goyle.

Dumbledore, wearing very color clothing, to be more specific, a bright yellow and orange suit with green polka dots, walked up to Harry. "Ah, Harry, you look like your father, but you have your mother's eyes", he said, and quickly changed the subject. "Now in all seriousness, I'd like to remind each and everyone of you that you are not so different as you may think. I cannot ask that you become friends, but in these troubled times, well, it might be in your best interests to combine forces. Now, Nitwit, Blubber, Oddment, and Tweak! Good Day!", concluded Dumbledore.

As he walked out the Great Hall, with Filch trailing behind him, the students chattered in confusion, but moved on. Harry, Ron, and Hermione began talking, but were interrupted by Draco coughing very loudly on purpose so Harry would look at him.

"You look like your father, but you have your mother's eyes", Draco said, noticing that Harry clenched his fists in annoyance. "I know I've said this before", continued Draco, "but, you need a friend like, Draco Malfoy, to lead you in the right direction", he said, as he raised his hand for Harry to shake it.

"For the last time Draco, I don't want to be your friend. You're a Slytherin, and everyone knows that Slytherins are the worst types of people, and I hate you!", Harry shouted.

Malfoy took his hand back. "I hate you, too! Famous Harry Potter! Bloody Gryffindor! Hogwarts could do better than people like you!", sulked Draco, returning to his seat with Crabbe N' Goyle following him.

Hermione turned to Harry, carrying the books she needed for class. "Come on, Harry, lets get to class". But Ron got in front of her, grabbed the books from her hand, and laid them, not so gently on the Gryffindor table.

"Um, Hermione, what is it with you and classes? We just got here. How about, no, on second thought, how about you go to class, and Harry and I can stay here! you'll let me copy your essay tonight, right?", Ron asked.

"No! Ron I'm sick of you stealing my work", she shrieked.

Ron looked offended. "But, burglary is the highest form of flattery!". Harry pulled Ron away from Hermione, who looked as though she was about to punch him.

"Ron, Ron, we really should get to our first lesson", said Harry, but as soon as he got Ron out of earshot, he whispered, "Hermione, you will let me copy your essay tonight, right?".

Hermione rolled her eyes, pulling the two boys with her, but was stopped when a flick of blonde hair flew into her face; it was Fleur Delacor, she transferred from Beaubaxtons, much to the boys appreciation. Fleur looked around, staring at everyone, acting as though she was above them all.

"Oh! It is Hermione Granger", she said, with her thick accent, walked over to Hermione, and ruffled her hair. "My, my, don't you ever think of combing your hair?". She then turned to Harry. "Hello, it is Harry Potter. You look like your father, but you have your mother's eyes. I'm Fleur Delacour, it is so nice to meet you". She then planted a kiss on Harry's cheek, causing him to look bewildered, while Ron was drooling over her. "See you later, Harry". And with that, she strutted out of the Great Hall, a boy or two following her.

Ron was still gazing at her, even though she was already gone. "They say she's part Veela".

"What's a Veela?", asked Harry.

"Its like, a really, sexy, wizard cheerleader!", Ron exclaimed. "Must be foreign. They don't make them like that at Hogwarts!".

Hermione once again rolled her eyes, and grabbed her two friends by their wrists. "If you're done swooning, let's get to class!".

This time she was stopped by Crabbe N' Goyle; wearing her black hat as usual to cover her hair. "Watch out, it's Hermione Granger! She might catch you with her monsterous hair and buck teeth", she taunted. Some kids in the Great Hall started laughing and pointing at her as they all left, leaving Hermione alone to her thoughts.

She couldn't help her appearance, and she couldn't and would never change who she was either.

"Crazy hair", she sang.

Nobody cares,
Just books and spells,
Nothing else,

But how would you feel,
If you were just the background,
How would you feel,
If everyone brought you down,

I'm just Hermione Granger,
Stop saying why don't we try and change her,
Please just see me,
I'm trying to be free", She folded her arms in frustration.

"The only one
Who takes school seriously,
They only see this face,
They don't see me"

She remembered all the hurtful things people said, and how hard she tried not to let them get to her, but it never worked. At the end of the day, all she did was cry. She didn't like the fact it made her cry, but it was all she could do, when her books didn't make her feel better, and they usually always did the trick.

"But how would you feel,
If you were just the background,
How would you feel,
If everyone brought you down,

I'm just Hermione Granger,
Stop saying why don't we try and change her,
Please just see me,
I'm trying to be free,

Why do you laugh,
Every time I'm trying to make a point,
You're such a git!", She yelled thinking of Ron.
"Putting down others is what you enjoy,

But how would you feel,
If you were just the background,
How would you feel,
If everyone brought you down,

I'm just Hermione Granger,
Stop saying, why don't we try and change her", she finished. As she shrugged her shoulders, she picked up her books, and headed off to Potions class.

Poor Hermione! I'm sure things will get better.

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