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Hermione Granger did not like Harry Potter.
He might be one of the biggest mysteries to the Magical kind, a savior to the terrible reign of You-Know-Who, but he did that when he was a baby.
A baby.
He probably didn't even do it on purpose. Someone most likely set it up so he could do it. And besides, what did he have to show for it? He was an idiot.
A complete and utter idiot.
Hermione worked to get good grades, read every book she could on the magical world, and prepared herself to get ahead of her classes. This had to be perfect. She would become a famous witch for discovering a new potion or spell, writing an award-winning book on magical theory, or where magic comes from. She would earn her way into the witchcraft world, unlike Harry.
Giggles blew up quietly to Hermione's right. She tried to ignore it, but they got steadily louder and more annoying. Deciding to move to a different spot near the Black Lake, she glanced, irritated, at the multihoused second year girls. They were pointing and laughing at Hermione. She realized that the book in her hands, 'Important Modern Magical Discoveries' was upside down in her hands. Blushing, she flipped it and tried to find where she first left off. Was she reading about the Wolfsbane potion or the twenty-seventh Beautification potion?
The girls snickered harder. What was she doing now?
Giving the quickest of glances to the girls, she found they were still pointing at her. One girl said something incomprehensible to Hermione, and the girls fell over, cackling. Hermione grabbed her book bag and wand, attempting to leave. However, she had griped the bag too quickly, therefore it's balance unstable, and the consequences was all of Hermione's school and extra books and notes spilled out onto the dirt. Tears filled her eyes as the girls proceeded to walk right by her. One Gryffindor girl said loudly, "You should really get those teeth looked at, Bucky."
.ii.
"Rachel, where are you going?" Annabeth asked quizzically.
Rachel Dare was stepping away from Percy and Annabeth, as if she had realized something important. "I don't-I don't know."
Percy raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"
Rachel felt she needed to be somewhere. "I need to go. I need-I need to go to my dorm." Rachel looked franticly at the earth. "Someone needs me to be there."
"Who needs you at your dor-Rachel! Come back!"
But Rachel had already started running. "Jean!" She called over her shoulder. "Jean needs me!"
.ii.
Hermione tried to keep her tears in. Picking up her stuff, she half-ran to the Gryffindor common room. Not bothering to study in the Common room, she went straight for her dorm. She thought she was about to burst just before she reached the door, which she promptly opened and slammed it with her back. She slid down the door and let her work fall and fly across the wooden floor. She sobbed, trying to keep her guttural sounds to a minimum.
"Are you. . . are you Jean?"
Hermione jumped at the sound, fearing another round of taunts and bullying. The source of the noise was the messy redhead, cris-crossed on her bed. The American, Rachel. "That's my middle name," Hermione said cautiously. "I'm. . .I am. . . .I'm actually. . . ." She didn't finish her sentence for fear of her name being used against her. She couldn't fathom a reason how it could be, but you never really know. Rachel was probably going to call her a baby for crying anyways. Maybe call her 'Bucky' again. Maybe tell her to cut all her hair off. That was a common one.
Instead of teasing her, Rachel simply stood up from her bed and laid her arms around Hermione's shoulders. At first, Hermione was surprised and tense. Rachel stayed strong, determined to stay sitting on the hardwood floor with her. Finally, Hermione allowed herself to sink into Rachel and let Rachel comfort her, crying as their frizzy hair intertwined with each other's.