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Hermione Granger.
I met her the first night of Hogwarts. Parvati, Hermione and I climbed up the stairs to the girl's dormitory, all three of us not much more than freckles, unkept hair. All of us awkward, lots of elbow and skinny leg. I thought that we would be friends. I had hoped we'd be friends. But, as soon as we were unpacked, she pulled down the curtains of her bed with a book, her wand already lit with a Lumos. After that, unless she was lecturing us on why we should be studying instead of giggling, she was reading. Parvati and I couldn't believe it. What was wrong with her?
Than she started hanging out with Harry and Ron. Parvati and I were fine with that. There was a lot more space, and we didn't have to deal with her lecturing us about how unlikely our guessings were. Ugh.
But still, I did my best to put up with her. Really. I mean, it is quite hard to deal with a snotty know-it-all, especially when everyone admired her so much. So she got herself in a bunch of trouble and managed to escape it -- it was more from Ron and Harry's influence.
And then... Sixth year. I should have hexed her. She stole my sweetheart. The damnable little slag. I should have tied her frizzy hair up in knots while she slept. And now they're together. She claims their happy. I doubt it. How could he be happy with her? I bet she lectures him all night long.
The comments she left in my journal made me want to scream. I was trying hard to be nice at first, and then she was being catty. It was a bit hard to hold back. Than she excused herself to go spend time with Ron.
I'm going to make her pay. There is nothing more that I hate than a boyfriend-stealing slut.
I hate her. Merlin of Merlins. I hate her.
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