Hermione Granger

I'm dreadfully sorry that I did not update this sooner. Upon arriving at Hogwarts, I immediately had to start my Head Girl duties. Since McGonagall has taken up the position of Headmistress, she has moved the Head Girl and Boy into quarters together not far off from her office. When I walked into the Head Quarters...I was blown away. It's so gorgeous. My eager eyes slowly took in the Gryffindor lion banner and the colors that adorned part of the wall....but then my eyes landed on the banner next to it. Slytherin. Oh. No. That could only mean one bloody thing. Malfoy. As soon as my eyes took that all in, I felt outraged. What was McGonagall thinking?! He's a half-witted invalid for Merlin's sake! I'll have to do all of it myself and he's going to make what should be the best year of my life a complete and utter disaster. While I sat on the beautiful velvetty blue couch and stared into the fire, fuming, I could just picture it all: His clothes all over the place, firewhiskey bottles full of his rolled up parchment paper and him, on this very couch, snogging some slag and drunk off his arse. Lovely. McGonagall has put me with Hogwarts' Hugh Heffner. I'm going to see way more than I ever wanted to. At least when he's dating Pugnose maybe he won't have as many girls in. Of course, he's a vile monster from Hell so he will. He has no morals whatsoever. What a pig. 

After wallowing in self-pity and horror for an hour, the door creaked open. And there he was standing in his Slytherin glory. Draco Bloody Malfoy. His hair was that silky looking silvery blonde, and it was a bit shaggy, but not too bad. It hung in locks in front of those piercing grey eyes.  He was wearing his school uniform lazily, his tie loosened and his shirt untucked from his trousers.There was a disgusted look on his pale face. It seemed as if he was as repulsed as I....only there was a speck of something else in his eyes. Something other than disgust. Amusement at my own infuriation? It bloody better not be! I shot him a death glare and retreated to my room, slamming the door. And that was how the night was....for a few hours. I sat Lionel, my beloved lion that I had ever since I was a young little girl (kind of ironic, don't you think?), on top of my pillow and walked out of my room. Malfoy was sitting on the couch, but thankfully he was alone so I didn't have to see any X-rated material that would scar my 'virginal' eyes.

I was gone about two hours after having fallen asleep in the library, my head once more nestled in an open book. I closed my book and after Madam Pince inspected it and was sure I had not drooled on it because then she would have cursed me to oblivion, she checked it out to me and I was on my way.  With the heavy leather book under my arm, which by the way was, Woodnymphs and their Society: A Complete History of their Struggle for Life Outside the Woodpile by Wendy Woodin, I opened up the door slowly to the common room. While I loathed the creature named Malfoy, I was still considerate. The room was dark and deserted and I paused and listened for any kind of moan or sexual noise that would reveal that I would have to kick a slag out and curse a Malfoy. Fortunately, there was no noise coming from his room. If he had soundproofed it, at least I wouldn't have to hear it. I cracked my door open and walked into my dark room. I lit the candle by my bed and sat my book down, and that's when I noticed. Lionel was gone.

You could imagine my horror and heartbreak. Lionel! HE TOOK MY LION! This is war. I'm so bloody upset and irate right now! More on this will be documented once I have gotten my Lionel back.

Hello, my name as you may have gathered from my user information, is Hermione Granger. Maybe you know me from Hogwarts, the school I go to, or you just stumbled upon this somehow. If you are one of the latter I'm afraid I won't add you even if you do ask. Nothing personal, I just don't add people I do not know. Anyway, moving on. I'm 17 years of age and am currently Head Girl at my school. I belong to a house called Gryffindor, and they are more or less my family while I am at school.
 
My parents' names are Eric and Lydia Granger. They are both dentists so ever since the time of my birth (which was September 19th), I have been the subject of intense study for them. Or rather...my teeth were. Unfortunately for myself, I was "blessed" with two overly large front teeth, commonly known as buck-teeth. I would be lying if I said my parents were fine with this misfortune. Luck was on my side; however, in fourth year when a certain blond-haired boy by the name of Malfoy cursed me and made them grow even larger than they were before. Why, you may ask, was that luck? Because, when they were shrunken back to their normal size...I just told them to keep going until they weren't large anymore. At least that cockroach Malfoy was good for something. I also have annoyingly bushy brown hair I inherited from my mum. I can't ever really do anything with it.

I have two best friends, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. Yes....The Harry Potter. Honestly, children...the rumors need to stop. They are like my brothers...so as some girls would say: "Ew! Gross!" However, I feel as if I am going to end up marrying Ron because that is what is expected. While I had a crush on him until just a month or so ago, I never really did want to marry him. But alas, it will more than likely happen. I know what you're thinking, and you need to stop abruptly. No more fantasies about Krum and I either. Or Oliver Wood. Not going to happen, I'm afraid. Unless someone gets me too pissed to know my right hand from my left which will never happen. While you all think it's obvious that I have to be with SOMEONE, I disagree. I do not need a boy in my life. I can live without one. Besides, they only bring hurt and death. Look at Romeo and Juliet for example. They died! Both of them committing suicide none the less. And Ophelia in Shakespeare's Hamlet. She went crazy and killed herself because of Hamlet. And the fact that most everyone in Hamlet was crazy is besides the point. Enough about that. Moving on...

I have a cat named Crookshanks whom I love dearly. I suspect that he is half Kneazle, because he can be quite peculiar and intelligent at some points....but then so can I, so I suppose we're a good match. I'm the founder of S.P.E.W. (not Spew, mind you!), and I feel very strongly about it. House-elves are treated so horribly most of the time and it's sickening! (Ahem...like the Malfoys' treatment of poor Dobby, thank Merlin he's not there anymore.) I love to read and am more than likely always found in the library or with my head stuck in a book. I also enjoy studying. Some call me a study freak and I take offence to that. I am a bookworm, maybe, or a study addict, but not a freak.

Merlin, this has gotten quite long...I do suppose I should start wrapping it up. I'm currently at my home, awaiting tomorrow when I go back to Hogwarts. Of course, everything will have changed since Dumbledore is gone. I wonder if Malfoy will be back...I'll really miss him. In a twisted way, I mean. I won't have as much of the "regular" routine without him. I believe that while you would miss friends that left you, you would miss enemies too. Contrary to popular belief, though, I never have really hated the Boogey Brain. I just hope to graduate...but I'm afraid I'll die before that happens. I must stay optimistic, however.

Well, this is Herm signing off for now. Friends Only. Beware, all entries will probably be long like this. I am a writer, what can I say?