The day that Hermione Granger hit me was the day that everything changed. It was third year. I was saying something dumb and biased as usual. Out of practically nowhere, she hit me. I was stunned. No one, not even my father, had ever hit me that hard. Who knew a girl, a mudblood especially, had that strong of a swing? I sat thinking about all of this that night… And many nights after that. She had left her mark on my face, certainly. But she left something more as well… Hermione Granger had left her mark on my heart.