I must become a lion hearted girl, ready for fight before I make the final sacrifice. Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl, frozen in the headlights. It seems I've made the final sacrifice.
;;Books and Cleverness? ;;There are more important things. ;;Friendship and Bravery.
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Ron squinted at the notes, and what he wrote, before rolling his eyes at the girl. “That does say Rat, Hermione. Maybe you need glasses like Harry.”
He tried to hide his annoyance as she simply took his papers and started correcting them — but she was helping. She just had an awful way of going about it. He just had to acclimate himself to the girl’s ways that he’d apparently forgotten over the holidays.
“Well, thanks for the vote of confidence, Hermione. ‘m not completely useless. Don’t forget who got you lot past the chess set last year.”
She looked over at the word once more, her nose wrinkling in place at how overly messy his handwriting was. If she could not read it, then there was absolutely no chance for the professor to. “I think it would be best if you worked on your writing abilities.”
Then, she turned her head to look at him, a slight scowl present; her eyes intent on his as she went on.
“Don’t you understand? Whatever this is, it is much bigger than that. Yes, I do recall last year quite vividly - I must admit, had it not been for your.. skills at a rather.. barbaric game of chess, Harry would not have been able to move on. But don’t you think it’s a little unnerving that he was the one that needed to go forth? Had it been you, or me, we would most likely have died. And yet Harry lived.”
She did not actually expect the redhead to have thought too hard on the subject. It was something she had a problem with - something she could not help. Her mind often wandered on it’s own, to various topics, always calculating and taking everything in. Perhaps this was one moment where she nearly despised her own intelligence, purely for the headaches that followed from over analyzing each event that took place last year.
He was the smartest in his year, almost to a debilitating point, she had to notice. She had to care. It was natural for the Holmes’ son to be drawn to another of… near his intellectual prowess, Hermione was the closest anyone got. He also understood her, more than Krum. Yes, he noted the way the man’s intellectually stunted eyes followed Hermione, she was different. It was part of her charm. Hamish also noted how her teeth were straighter than they used to be, as strange and unusual as that sounded. Asking her to the Yule ball would be easy, simple, statistically he added the chance of her saying yes. It wasn’t promising, and he slunk behind his book of Advanced Potions Making, Level Six. He wasn’t a sixth year, but he nicked it off a Slytherin who couldn’t read the title much less comprehend what was inside. He scribbled another note before gazing at the Gryffindor from over the book. He never loathed his house more than in that moment, why couldn’t he have been Ravenclaw like his sister? He was smarter than her.
She shouldn’t worry over the thing too much; she wouldn’t succumb to feeling left out simply because a boy did not ask her. Her plan was to ask one of her best friends, if all else fails. Not that she believed Harry couldn’t get a date– and if she was being giving, Ronald might be able to get one too, if he learned how to control his mouth with what he said. She was very certain that either of them did not look at her like she was a girl; merely a person of the opposite gender that was their friend. Which was fine, it made things just a little less complicated. But when instances like a ball arose, she couldn’t help but to question their judgements on the whole ordeal.
She sighed inwardly, turning her attention to the book in front of her, eyes scanned over the page that they had been learning that day in class– a different kind of potion, one that caused the drinker to become drowsy. Something that she might look further into as it would more than likely help Harry with his sleeping - or lack there of. He was looking quite tired these days and that didn’t sit well with her.
Perhaps having a ball during these times was a bit of an odd idea. Harry had other things to be concerned about and she was certain that everyone in the castle could feel that there was something off in the air. But then, maybe that’s all the more reason to continue to host such an event. A way to get their minds off of what was happening outside the castle walls.
It’s not that she found herself to be particularly unattractive, but it was that she did not particularly find herself to be like the other girls her age. Rather than being completely consumed by the way she looked, she was far more concerned over her academics. Quite the bookworm, as she had been called several times before, most in a negative light though she did not see it that way. She found absolutely nothing wrong with a girl being intelligent. Still, the fact of the matter still stood; the Yule Ball was right around the corner and she still lacked what she so secretly wished to acquire; a date.
