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6rookie-writer0110 · 6 months

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Request - a Hermione X Yandere Male Reader headcannon with Reader being a kind and selfless person that won't hurt a fly but actually Reader is killing Hermione's bullies and the death eater kids

•At school, if someone needs to find you they will find you feeding the owls. Because you like taking care of the owls and other small creatures.

•You are close with Hermione and she likes spending time with you.

•Everyone is surprised that you are friends with her because she is a Gryffindor.

•You do spend time with Hermione and sometimes study together.

•She does help you study and you always learn new spells because of her.

•You don't have many friends but you spend the most time with Hermione.

•Everyone sees you two together all the time.

•When she is feeling down or stressed out, you will be there for her.

•You feel comfortable being around her.

•When your wand broke, she helped you fix it.

•Hermione would make sure you ate something.

•Hermione went to The Yule Ball with Viktor Krum, and you made sure he would treat her right and he did.

•Hermione made a club called The Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare.

•It’s to protect elves and bring them justice.

•You joined the club to help out and she is happy about that.

•But not everyone was on board with the club because not everyone cares about elves.

•You and Hermione are on break, she took you to her hometown.

•You met her parents and they are nice to you.

• Unfortunately you met her childhood bullies, they are still mean to her.

•Later she starts to talk about how they used to bully her.

•You come up with a plot to get revenge for your best friend.

•You don't tell Hermione about the plan, but you know what to do.

•In the middle of the night, you used magic to leave her house and she didn't notice.

•You used a spell to make them suffer and no one couldn't save them.

•You enjoyed watching them suffer because they hurt Hermione.

•You brutally killed her bullies and you destroyed the bloody clothes you had on.

•You didn't feel bad for killing them.

•You are extremely protective of Hermione, you won't let anyone hurt her.

•Back at Hogwarts, someone was bullying Hermione.

•You start to think of a plan and how to not get caught by anyone in the hallway.

•You found Hermione crying and she told that she was bullied by some girls, they were horrible to her.

•That made you angry and you want them to suffer.

•In the middle of the night, you used the invisible cloak, you go to their rooms and you put poison in their drinks.

•You watched them slowly die.

•One of the girls used her wand to call for help, but you used your magic to stop her.

•No one has put the clues together about what you have been doing.

•Hermione doesn't even know that you have been killing her enemies.

•You don't plan to tell her anything.

#hermione granger imagine #hermione granger x reader #Hermione Granger x male reader #harry potter imagine #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #kinktober

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radashes · 4 months

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Magic Unveiled: Harry Potter Books vs. Movies

Grab your broomsticks, folks, 'cause we're diving into the enchanted world of why Harry Potter books are the real deal, leaving the movies in the dust like a sad Sorting Hat rejected from Hogwarts.

Let's talk about characters – the heart and soul of any magical escapade. In the movies, they're like magical mannequins parading around with a script. Ginny, my dear, in the books, she's got more personality than a room full of poltergeists. The movies just turned her into Harry's background dancer. Bravo.

And scenes? Oh, the movies have this knack for taking a scenic route straight through Cluelessville. Remember the Quidditch World Cup in "Goblet of Fire"? Nah, the movies were like, "Who needs magical sports? Let's focus on Harry's angst instead." Because nothing screams magical world-building like ignoring magical sports!

Now, Peeves, our favorite mischievous poltergeist. Books? Check. Movies? Nope. They tossed him out like a bad Quidditch player. Probably figured they had too much magic and mischief already – who needs a cheeky ghost causing chaos?

Let's not forget the brilliance of S.P.E.W. - Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. The books gave us Hermione's crusade for house-elf rights. The movies? Well, they were like, "Eh, too much plot. Let's cut that and throw in another shot of Harry dramatically staring into the distance."

The movies' idea of "detail" is like serving a feast with only pumpkin juice and a chocolate frog. The books, my friend, are the full banquet. You're not just watching the story; you're dining with the characters, experiencing the full magical buffet of Rowling's imagination.

So, while the movies were busy with their cinematic flair, the books were casually dropping wisdom like Dumbledore at the end of each school year. Here's to the true Hogwarts experience – where the pages are the real magic, and the movies are just a quick spell that fades away.

#harry potter #book review #movie #hogwarts #hogwarts mystery #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts legacy #hermione #hp fandom #hermione granger #ginny weasley #albus dumbledore #professor dumbledore #book vs movie #ron weasley #harry potter and the goblet of fire #jk rowling

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roman-and-azathoth · 1 year

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You can separate the art from the artist until their harmful politics and ideals begin leaking into their works.

A lot of times, artists and writers WILL leave their ideals in their works. That's not my point here. My point is that you can separate the art from the artist until they start weaponizing their work with their harmful views.

For example, we'll compare Dr. Seuss to JK Rowling.

On one side, we have a man who deeply cared about issues that affected his daily life. He was a leftist, a war veteran, a husband, and an author.

Dr. Seuss

Illustrated political cartoons during WWII, specifically supporting Roosevelt

Wrote Horton Hears a Who ad an allegory for the American post-war occupation of Japan

Sued the pro-life movement for using Horton's quote, "how small" on their propaganda stationary

His view on kids, "You have 'em, I'll entertain 'em"

Purposefully wrote the beginnings of his stories WITHOUT a moral in mind, quoting "Kids can see morals a mile away"

Continuing on that point, he wanted to view his stories as subversive rather than making an obvious remark within his works

A lot of his books have anti-consumerism, (the sneetches), racial equality (the butter battle book), arms race (yertle the turtle), and economic materialism (how the grinch stole christmas) allegories that fly over children's heads in favor of purposefully written morals that are intended for his younger audiences.

Point: Dr. Seuss never weaponized his writing. He never outright talked about things in his books to kids that were deemed inappropriate. In fact, a lot of his works were colorful and imaginative and weren't at all trying to teach specific moral issues. (What Was I Scared Of? Is a personal favorite of mine that teaches you how to fave your fears)

JK Rowling, on the other hand, decided to unapologetically use harmful stereotypes and politics in her works.

JK Rowling:

Admitted multiple times during interviews that goblins are a Jewish allegory

The only Irish character in her book is a harmful racial stereotype in that Seamus Finnigan not only has a stereotypical Irish name, he regularly explodes.

The only Jewish character in her book is Anthony Goldstein. Which is another rather harmful stereotype.

The only Asian character's name is Cho Chang.

The only Indian characters' names are Padma and Pervati Patil.

Hermione's protest movement Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare was named that way on purpose so other characters could call it SPEW and make fun of her. Insisting the house elves were better off working in slavery and they were happier that way, using a fired house elf (Winky) ad a harmful narrative device to try and defend the pro-slavery mindset within the Wizarding world

Uncomfortable Nazi allegories with Voldemort being a Magic Hitler

Attempting equality after her books were already published in an attempt to paint herself in a better light (tweeting that Dumbledore is queer, Hermione is black, etc.)

TERF behavior patterns that ended up in her publishing several radical publications explaining why trans people should die

So. There's a line to be drawn here.

Dr. Seuss illustrated a lot of commentaries on socio-economic issues in the WWII Era. Prominent and relevant issues. But he also taught important morals to kids in his writing while being subversive and rather imaginative in his books. They were obviously children's books and never swayed from children's books.

But there's something uncomfortably political about Harry Potter and that's why I can't separate it from JKR.

#dr seuss #jk rowling #harry potter #morals in books #childrensillustration #discussing #politics

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xknivesandpensx · 10 months

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Like Pieces of a Puzzle

Chapter 6

Summary: What if Harry wasn't the only extra student called upon to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? Far from the most popular candidate, Draco not only has to take on the trials but also deal with his unexpected feelings for Hermione. Will he be able to face the challenges as well as follow his heart?

Chapter length will vary. I'll be referencing both the books and movie versions. Some things from what I've previously written will be mentioned, all of which you can find here.

And for those who asked to be tagged: @dayane245love

The last person Hermione expected to see was Draco. Not only were her S.P.E.W. badges scattered across the floor (after spending so much time making them too), the narrowed gaze she received brought about a wave of apprehension.

Probably because his blue eyes lacked the usual gleam of resentment. She knew, obviously, his hate of her didn’t suddenly disappear. His demeanor gave no indication otherwise. Both arms remained rigid at his sides as his lips creased downward in a frown.

He came off a mix of haggard in appearance and distracted given it took a moment for his attention to redirect itself. Maybe angry as well, something Hermione considered to be of no surprise.

Getting a better look though, his complexion took a rather white hue against his already pale skin tone.

“How about you try watching where you’re going!” Draco retorted. He moved past her, not really in the mood to deal with the strange sensation prodding his chest.

“I could say the same to you,” Hermione breathlessly remarked, more to herself. She knelt to gather her things, tossing them noisily in the box.

She shook her head, fighting the urge to say more. The unexpected collision threw off her guard. Hermione intended to head straight towards the common room and tell Harry and Ron about her newest idea, only to have her enthusiasm diminished.

The same routine between them started to grow tiresome. Biting comebacks, staggering silences, or he simply paid her no mind. Sometimes each one happened in the mix of a single day.

Maybe a tiny part of her clung onto a thin thread of hope. She took Ginny’s advice or at least tried to when it came to keeping herself open to other possibilities. Though she lacked any form of anticipation, especially given the school year just started.

Her head snapped in his direction after hearing a cracking sound beneath his shoe. He must have accidentally (or purposely, she wasn’t quite sure which) broken one of her badges. Hermione barely realized they spread so far.

“What’s spew?” Draco questioned, after picking it up and inspecting the letters. His voice echoed in a condescending way, yet not entirely held in an offensive manner.

“It’s S.P.E.W.,” Hermione corrected, gathering the last few, placing the box on the nearby bench. “The Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare, if you must know.”

“Of course, you’d feel sorry for the house-elves, Granger.” He rolled his eyes but tossed it in with the others. That must be the reason she hurried off to the library every day. The whole thing seemed like a waste of time.

She thoroughly believed in her cause and therefore felt no shame remarking in return, despite her reluctance to quarrel. “Given how your family treated Dobby, I’d hardly expect something as decent as fighting for elf rights would matter much to you.”

“Let me guess, Potter told you all about that, did he?” he asked, raising a brow. He certainly remembered his father’s particularly unhappy mood. “What does he know anyway? He lived under a staircase for most of his life.”

“And so what if he has? At least Harry values the well-being of others.” Perhaps judging Draco’s level of concern wasn’t entirely fair. After all, she knew very little of his inner circle.

“Ah, yes. Let’s congratulate Saint Potter and is overwhelming generosity,” he threw back in a drawling sort of tone. “Associating with blood traitors and Mudbloods alike. How charitable.”

Draco started to wonder if Pansy’s assumption of something going on between Harry and Hermione were true. She never failed to defend him and constantly stuck by his side. The suspicion rose from sheer lack of proper knowledge. But the two seemed awfully close and he happened to notice them head to the library the other day together. Obviously, he knew suspicion led nowhere.

Still, the mere idea irked him, no matter the innocence of a relationship at fourteen may be. And if he outright asked? He’d face a hostile defensiveness alongside the implication of another thing entirely – an obvious announcement that he…

Draco pushed it down. If he even allowed the sensation to flicker, he’d fall straight into whatever every nerve ending in his body screamed at him during moments such as these.

“I think I’ve waisted enough of my time talking to you,” Draco announced after a clearing of his throat. Now all he needed to do was keep walking and she’d no longer possess the ability to control his emotional state.

Hermione already prepared herself for his hasty departure, willing to let him go until her attention locked onto a detail he tried very hard to hide. “What’s wrong with your hand?”

“Didn’t we go through this already on the train?” he asked, reluctantly coming to a stop. Clearly, she didn’t mean the bruise she pointed out upon their journey to Hogwarts, which faded in color since.

“The other one,” she mentioned matter-of-factly. “Did that happen when you were with Professor Moody?” If so, what exactly gave him cause to think something so vile qualified as a proper punishment? She certainly didn’t need to be told what he used, having overheard Ron’s parents talk about it a while ago. From a distance she spotted the redness of his skin and a rather painful looking stiffness of his fingers.

Draco turned his head a degree, holding back his confusion. “Why do you care?”

“Why don’t you?” she countered in full disclosure of her own puzzlement.

He turned to face her fully, attempting to bypass the gravity of the situation. “My father will hear all about it. I bet he’ll be sacked by next week. The sooner the better, if you ask me.”

He couldn’t fathom writing a letter to Lucius, not after filling nearly three pieces of parchment. He merely said it to save face. Dumbledore favored Moody too much to fire him. Though he might test the theory. He found out a few complaints went a long way.

Hermione approached him, chasing away her hesitancy, and attempted to get a better view of the wound. He pulled away before she got the chance.

“I just wanted to see it,” she complained, huffing slightly. “At least tell me what you were doing. Because if it’s what I think it is, you really should go see Dumbledore.”

Lacking the energy to argue, he settled on providing an answer, hoping to slip away soon after, skipping over the fact that Moody threatened to use the Cruciatus Curse on him. “I had to write lines with some kind of quill from the Ministry. As for a trip to the headmaster’s office. I think I’ll pass.”

Hermione ignored the latter. “Black Quills aren’t allowed. Not to mention strictly intended for signing magically-binding documents in the form of blood, in order to make them legally-binding. It’s highly illegal to use them otherwise.”

“Then I can only hope Moody’s dismissal is made a spectacle of,” Draco affirmed, growing impatient. He wanted to be on his way already. “Are you quite finished pestering me?"

Hermione nearly let him leave, but she held too many qualms. Not on Draco specifically. On Moody as well for his detention tactics.

The question hung between them, levitating in place. She opened her mouth to speak and nothing came out. Sometimes Hermione wished her feelings for him would vanish, to never exist in the first place. How much easier things would be if that was the case.

But they did exist and Hermione needed to maintain a realistic outlook.

“If you let me, I can help ease the pain,” she offered. Even he shouldn’t have to suffer for something so minor as poking fun at another student, no matter how awful his remarks were. “It looks terribly unpleasant.”

The comment wasn’t offered necessarily to soften the blow of taking his pride down a notch. It happened to be true. Her skills at casting spells came naturally and while she expected a response in full derision, it shocked her to see him hang back.

He reluctantly sat on the bench, because he really was unwilling to stand too close, all the while thinking he must be insane to accept her help in any regard. “Make it quick,” Draco muttered. He brought his hand out to her once Hermione took a seat. Her box of S.P.E.W. badges rested between them, leaving a small gap.

His hand continued to scar as the letters lessened in visibility. It still hurt, however, like needles jabbing into his flesh. Draco saw how her expression changed upon getting a better view.

Pity. How he loathed to be on the receiving end.

Hermione took out her wand. “I need you to keep steady for this to work, it takes precision. Otherwise, I may make it worse. Dark magic is tricky to counter, even using the simplest of enchantments.”

Despite the attempt, Draco found it difficult to remain still. Even if the pain lessened since he left Moody’s classroom, it kept gnawing inward.

Hermione gently grabbed hold of his trembling hand, surprised, even more so than before, that he let her. It felt strange to feel the roughness of his skin against her palm. Sure, Harry pulled her along while they raced the clock to save Sirius and Buckbeak, but this – it casted a calming effect beneath the static of his touch, enveloping her in an affluency of fuzzy feelings.

Hermione spoke the spell in a whisper, unable to meet his gaze after its completion. Her thumb brushed over the marking, now able to get a proper view. “Well, it certainly hasn’t changed in appearance. It doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?”

“No.” Draco let her slowly pull away, immersed in an abrupt coldness once her fingers released. Unannounced to Hermione, he experienced the same awareness, though he lacked the ability to compare to another.

She looked down at her feet. “No remark about me touching you or name calling?”

Draco paused for a moment. “I’ll let it go just this once.” He couldn’t thank her or shake the lessons drilled into him. He was taught not to express gratitude to someone of lower standards to himself.

Though he ought to leave, Draco leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, further inspecting the results of her spell, as if simply to do something amid the quiet. He shouldn’t have allowed her to help, the notion in itself came across wrong. Handling pain was child’s play, yet he caved.

In the past he may have gone straight to Madam Pomfrey, complaining all while seeking attention, but the mere thought of people crowding him, especially Pansy, who’s fussing he didn’t necessary mind, deterred him from the start.

Draco’s silent disposition started to unnerved her, especially while alone in his company.

For a second, Hermione imagined pushing the box out of the way and pressing into him. One hand reaching up to touch his jaw. Kissing him without any shyness or particular gentleness. She wanted to know what it felt like to have his lips on hers. If only.

Instead, she logically reflected on their positions and shifted uneasily, choosing to broach a certain memory rather than indulge in fantasies.

“Draco.” It almost felt funny to call him by his first name to his face. Typically, his surname sufficed. “Do you remember the day we met?”

Sometimes she wondered how much he recalled. They were so young, it seemed like eons ago rather than a few years.

He turned, brows furrowing from the random mention. “What about it?”

“Well…” She stopped short, not entirely anticipating a remark free of ridicule. “Have you ever thought back on it? I suppose you regret being nice to me, in your own way, of course. I’m a little embarrassed. I practically invited myself to sit next to you.”

Draco couldn’t figure her out. She went from arguing to offering to help, then into a casual conversation, speaking as if they were on friendly terms.

“You’ve always been a tad too assertive for your own good.” He pushed himself upright, resting his back against the wall. “You were looking for a frog or something of the sort.”

“Toad, actually,” Hermione corrected. Nostalgia washed over her. Their little moment on the train left a fond imprint, even after their second year rolled around and he started to call her a Mudbood.

“Must you always be so precise?” A twitch of a smile formed. It tugged at his heart, mixing seamlessly amongst an ounce of dread for the very thing he thought impossible from the start. That he denied only minutes ago.

He truly developed a sense of attraction towards Hermione Granger. And in acknowledging it, he considered the damage it inflicted on his family, the shame and humiliation he’d cast on his parents. Narcissa may not judge him too harshly (albeit disappointment would reign overall) but Lucius, he’d be furious. Draco, in no means, desired to test his father’s temper.

“Unfortunately, I can’t help myself,” Hermione commented. She hated to spoil their first, however brief, civil conversation in a long while. She feared it’d revert and the preference to maintain a good memory persisted. “It’s nowhere near curfew, though I best get going. Harry and Ron will start wondering where I am.”

She moved to place her wand away.

“The candy I gave you,” Draco slowly added, almost ready to chastise himself. Maybe for right now, until she disappeared, he’d humor his feelings for her. “It’s no longer sold but Honeydukes has some. All you have to do is ask for it specifically, if you still like them as much as I remember.”

Hermione stood and picked up her box, confused by the unexplored reason behind his comment, surprised he remembered the small detail at all. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

He caught sight of the smile she made in mid turn, finally departing. Draco knew going back to hating her after fracturing his predetermined loathing of the girl would be an immense struggle.

#dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #harry potter #the goblet of fire #tumblr has been giving me a hard time the past few days #making it difficult just to get this in my drafts #i almost decided not to keep trying -_-#but i managed #somehow #anyway here's a full dramione chapter for you all #nice comments are always appreciated #sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes

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uefb · 1 year

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Another little snippet from my “Newt & Hermione meet at her interview with the Department for Regulation & Control of Magical Creatures in the year 2000” scribblings

I only add to this wildly self-indulgent fic when I really need control over my life, and I do doubt I’ll ever finish it so I’ll probably just be posting random excerpts here instead because I think it’s a fun little thing. They’ll be under the tag “fic: the beings division”.

EXCERPT:

“I was going to go do some writing at a hidden little cafe up on Old Street, but if you’d like to join me for a - for a cup of tea instead?”

Hermione nearly squeaked. “You mean now?”

“I don’t see why not,” he shrugged, fingers absentmindedly beating out a rhythm on the handle of his cane. “I’m not technically on your hiring committee, and I always wait around London for my wife so we can travel home together. She’s off doing Morrigan knows what at the Wizengamot so there’s no telling how long that’ll take.”

He shook out one hand to tap pointedly at a gold cuff engraved with runes at his wrist.

“And Tina knows how to find me.”

“Is that—” Hermione took a step forward and asked with far more interest than she’d intended— “Is that Protean charmed?”

“Oh, that and more, yes.”

He tugged the sleeve of his sweater back down and readjusted the grip on his walking stick. Hermione blushed deeply and hurriedly stepped away when she realised just how much she’d encroached on his personal space while attempting to get a better look at the enchantments.

He continued nevertheless, unperturbed: “You have an interest in runes, then?”

“Oh yes,” she answered quickly, and she felt herself beaming. (Ron hadn’t deigned to listen to her rant about her translation projects in far too long.) “It’s one of my side passions.”

“That’s wonderful.”

And he looked like he meant it.

“So — then - Tea, Miss Granger? And an explanation of this Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare you apparently founded? At 14?”

“Oh, right - yes! I’d be honoured.” She yanked on her coat and shoved her satchel beneath one arm, extending the other for a more formal introduction. “And you can call me Hermione, Mr. Scamander.”

His lips twitched toward a smile though he didn’t quite meet her eyes as he shook her hand.

“Well, Hermione—” And then he was patting down his own jacket, fishing a pair of gloves out of some hidden pocket before nodding down the corridor toward one of the apparition rooms— “Call me Newt.”

And—with a jaunty wave over his shoulder at a fellow wrestling a pixie back into a box behind them—he set off with a hasty loping limp, apparently assuming she’d get the idea and follow.

Hermione blinked and momentarily froze, barely suppressing a disbelieving laugh—she was going to have tea with scientific revolutionary Newt Scamander. (And, if she was lucky, perhaps meet one of America’s most respected presidents of the past two centuries when his wife Tina Goldstein came to pick him up…)

She shot a subtle airplane-message from her wand toward the Auror Offices before taking off after the surprisingly spry old man at a trot.

(Sure, Ron would have no idea who she was talking about, but she was fairly certain Harry knew enough to advise him to at least feign amazement when they all met up that evening for dinner.

(And oh, goodness—Luna was going to be jealous. But perhaps if this went well he’d be amenable to meeting her…? He seemed the sort to have patience for her, after all.)

#they’re two of my favorites and it’s fanfiction so I’m allowed to do what I want #I haven’t written hermione outside of the trio in a long time so her voice is a bit off #but it is what it is #also the bits later about luna and Rolf also crack me up #I love writing the HP trios!#anyway #my stuff #fic: the beings division #the never posted endless wip #newt scamander #hermione Granger #fantastic beasts fanfic #Harry Potter fanfic

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harrypotter-e-animaisfantasticos · 1 year

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Fundo de Apoio à Liberação dos Elfos (F.A.L.E.) / Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare (S.P.E.W.)

O Fundo de Apoio à Liberação dos Elfos (F.A.L.E.) foi uma organização fundada por Hermione Granger em 1994, em reposta ao que ela viu como uma grande injustiça no tratamento dos elfos domésticos durante a Copa Mundial de Quadribol de 1994.

Tendo ficado profundamente chateada com o tratamento e as perspectivas gerais em relação aos elfos, tanto em Hogwarts quanto no resto do mundo bruxo, Hermione criou o F.A.L.E. como meio de defender seus direitos e questionar sua posição diante às leis bruxas e na Legislação dos Elfos. Ela originalmente queria nominar a organização de "Fim ao Abuso Ultrajante dos Nossos Irmãos Mágicos" ou "Campanha para Mudar sua Condição". Como não coubera no distintivo, recebeu o nome atual, embora o nome original tenha sido mantido como título do manifesto do grupo.

Depois de testemunhar o tratamento cruel de Bartô Crouch com Winky, Hermione Granger começou sua campanha pelos direitos dos elfos domésticos. Enquanto Hermione estava na Copa Mundial de Quadribol de 1994, ela conheceu Winky. Winky era uma elfa doméstica que, apesar de seu medo de altura, foi enviada para o Camarote de honra para ocupar um assento para seu Mestre, Bartô Crouch. Winky estava claramente apavorada por estar tão no ar, e Hermione ficou escandalizada. Ela ficou primeiro escandalizada por Crouch ter forçado tão casualmente o elfo a fazer algo que era tão contra sua vontade e, segundo, por ter exigido esse serviço de Winky, o Sr. Crouch nem apareceu no Camarote de honra durante o jogo para fazer.

After witnessing Barty Crouch's cruel treatment toward Winky, Hermione Granger began her campaign for for House-elf rights. While Hermione was at the 1994 Quidditch World Cup, she meet Winky. Winky was a house-elf who, despite her fear of heights, had been sent to the Top Box to hold a seat for her Master, Bartemius Crouch. Winky was plainly terrified at being so high in the air, and Hermione was scandalised. She was first scandalised that Crouch had so casually forced the elf to do something that was so against her wishes, and second, that having demanded this service from Winky, Mr Crouch did not even appear in the Top Box during the game to make.

No dia seguinte, Hermione tomou café da manhã apressadamente, dizendo que havia maneiras melhores de lutar contra isso do que simplesmente abster-se de comer, e partiu para a biblioteca. Nos dias seguintes, ela passou muito tempo na biblioteca, voltando com uma pilha de panfletos, broches e uma caixa de doações. Ela explicou a sociedade para a promoção do bem-estar dos elfos para Rony e Harry confusos, dizendo que quando eles se juntassem, a sociedade teria três membros. Rony protestou que os elfos domésticos estão felizes como estão, mas eventualmente se juntam.

The following day, Hermione ate breakfast hurriedly, saying that there was better ways to fight this than simply abstaining from eating, and departed for the library. Over the next few days, she spent a lot of time in the library, eventually returning with a stack of pamphlets, buttons, and a donations box. She explained the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare to a bemused Ron and Harry, saying that when they joined, the society will have three members. Ron protested that the House-elves are happy as they are, but eventually joins.

Hermione conseguiu que vários alunos, como Neville Longbottom, se juntassem (pagando uma taxa de dois sicles), embora eles só o fizessem para impedi-la de importuná-los. Esses alunos incluíam um relutante Ron Weasley (que pensava que S.P.E.W era uma piada porque seu nome o lembrava de engasgos) e um indiferente Harry Potter. No entanto, suas foices foram desperdiçadas, pois ela continuou importunando-os sobre os problemas da organização.

Reação dos elfos domésticos

Enquanto ela estava ocupada tricotando roupas para dar-lhes a fim de libertá-los, a maioria dos elfos domésticos estava acostumada com seu trabalho e parecia gostar dele. Eles consideravam as ações de Hermione como insultos à sua raça. Assim, eles se recusaram a limpar mais a sala comunal da Grifinória, o que significa que Dobby era o único preparado para realizar essa tarefa.

Já estando livre, Dobby pegou todas as roupas sozinho, vestiu a maioria delas (fazendo uma torre de chapéus no topo da cabeça) e passou algumas das outras para Winky na falsa esperança de animá-la. Hermione não foi informada desse desenvolvimento, pois ninguém teve coragem de contar a ela.

House-elf reaction

While she was busy knitting clothes to give them in order to set them free, the majority of house-elves were accustomed to their work and seemed to enjoy it. They regarded Hermione's actions as insults to their race. Thus, they refused to clean the Gryffindor common room any more, meaning that Dobby was the only one prepared to carry out this task.

Already being free himself, Dobby took all the clothes himself, wore most of them (making a tower of hats on top of his head), and passed some of the others on to Winky in the false hopes of cheering her up. Hermione was not informed of this development, as no one had the heart to tell her.

Impacto

Apesar de tudo isso, há indícios de que F.A.L.E. eventualmente teve algum sucesso moderado, embora seja provável que a essa altura tenha sido dissolvido. Os elfos domésticos de Hogwarts participaram da Batalha de Hogwarts em 1998, em um movimento incomumente ousado para sua espécie, embora isso possa ter sido uma manifestação de sua extrema lealdade a seus "mestres". No entanto, é possível que sua contribuição para a batalha tenha mudado a visão de algumas pessoas, já que até mesmo Rony Weasley, um crítico vocal anterior do F.A.L.E., demonstrou preocupação e simpatia pela situação dos elfos domésticos na época, o que levou Hermione a beijá-lo.

Impact

In spite of all this, there are indications that S.P.E.W. did eventually enjoy some moderate success, though it is likely that by then it was disbanded. Hogwarts' house-elves participated in the Battle of Hogwarts in 1998, in an unusually bold move for their kind, although this may have been a manifestation of their extreme loyalty to their "masters". However, it is possible that their contribution to the battle changed some people's views, as even Ron Weasley, a previous vocal critic of S.P.E.W., demonstrated concern and sympathy for the plight for house-elves at the time, which prompted Hermione to kiss him.

#hermione granger #s.p.e.w.#spew #f.a.l.e.#fale #harry potter #elfos #house-elf #elfo doméstico #hogwarts #ron wesley #elf

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mrslunasnape · 2 years

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The Prince Fought The Moon

S.P.E.W

Chapter 20 - SFW

Severus and Luna were enjoying some alone time in the staff room. Severus was sitting in a chair reading, and Luna was seated in a chair next to him with her legs up and resting on his lap. She was drinking tea in silence as she admired the way Severus's brow furrowed when he was concentrated.

There was a mousey knock at the door and a young girl's voice said, "I was wondering if I could have a moment?"

At the sound of the girl's voice, Severus sat up straight and shoved Luna's legs off his lap. This sudden shift in position made Luna almost spill her tea, and earned Severus a glare.

"Come in." Luna said.

Hermione Granger walked into the staff room clutching a clipboard and a small box.

"What is it, Miss Granger." Severus said rather annoyed.

"Well..." Hermione began, "I was hoping there was more people in here... Maybe I'll come back later." she said nervously and started to back up towards the door.

"Good." Snape muttered, and Luna shot him another look.

"Come on dear, you're already here. What is it that you wanted to say?" Luna said encouraging.

Hermione's face brightened and she set the box she was holding on the table. She pried it open, revealing numerus buttons of varying colors that each read "S.P.E.W."

"Spew?" Snape said with mild disgust.

"It's not Spew. It's S.P.E.W. It's short for The Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare." Hermione corrected him harshly.

Snape scoffed.

"What's this about?" Luna said kindly.

"Well," Hermione began, "I'm not sure if you're aware, but house elves are being treated like slaves. They are expected to have undying loyalty to their masters, they do the most rotten of tasks for their master, and they do so without any kind of pay or holiday. It's absurd that in this day and age we still have slavery and everyone acts like it's okay!" Hermione's voice became quicker and louder the longer she talked, her facial expression becoming angrier as she went.

"I started S.P.E.W. in an attempt to bring awareness to this atrocity, and to help give house elves proper rights." Hermione added proudly, "I'm just here to see if any professors were interested in signing up."

Severus rolled his eyes and began to read his book again, clearly not willing to even entertain the subject.

"I'll sign it." Luna said smiling.

"I understand that you don't want to, it's fi-" Hermione cut herself off, "Wait, really?"

"Of course." said Luna.

"Excellent! You'll be the fourth member! If I could have your signature here, please." She held up a clipboard to Luna that had a small quill attached to it.

Luna signed her name below Ron Weasley's. "There you go."

"Would you like a badge? They're only two sickles, and all the money goes to the cause." Hermione said eagerly.

"Of course." Luna reached into her pocket, pulled out two sickles, and passed them to Hermione.

"What color would you like?" Hermione asked, tilting the box slightly so that Luna could get a better look of what she had to offer.

"I'll take a green one, thank you." Luna said as she plucked a green badge with hand drawn flowers on it out of the box.

"Thank you so much Professor Lightfoot!" Hermione said cheerily, "It's nice to know that one of our potion masters actually has a heart."

Severus's eyes peered over the top of his book at this comment and Luna chuckled.

When Hermione left, Severus closed his book and turned to Luna, "I can't believe you bought one of those things."

"What, you don't like it?" Luna said teasingly as she pinned the badge to her robe.

"Take that stupid thing off." Severus protested.

"I don't think I will." Luna taunted as she reclined in her chair and once again rested her legs on Severus's lap.

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aeshsar · 3 years

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I wish we had this chaotic Hermione moment ! A reference to the incredible meme from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia 🤙

#harry potter #fanart #digital art #hermione granger #ron weasley #ginny weasley #neville longbottom #dean thomas #seamus finnigan #parvati patil #it’s always sunny meme #harry potter and the goblet of fire #hp gof #spew #society for the promotion of elfish welfare

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edanaamah · 3 years

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The Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare (S.P.E.W.) was an organisation founded in 1994 by Hermione Granger in response to what she saw as gross injustice in the treatment of house-elves at the 1994 Quidditch World Cup.

#harry potter #harrypotter #harry potter and the goblet of fire #harey potter ve ateş kadehi #dobby #house elf #hermione granger #e.r.i.t #s.p.e.w #society for the promotion of elfish welfare #wicky #quidditch #harry potter fan art #fan art

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lumos-solemn · 3 years

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Was it just me or you all read Hermione's S.P.E.W as 'Spew'? I just wanna know cause I am feeling so guilty right now and still I read it 'Spew' when I see it somewhere!😑

#spew #s.p.e.w.#Society For the promotion of elfish Welfare #harry potter #ron weasley #romione #hermione granger

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wordsmith30 · 4 years

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Goblet of Fire Reread

So I just reread Goblet of Fire the other day and I was left shooketh. The movie did that book a serious disservice. Mind you, I’ve read the Potter books more times than I can count and yet revisiting them in my later years has been so illuminating. The yearly movie marathons have seriously watered down my memories of the books.

Key characters were missing: Bertha Jorkins, Winky, Ludo Bagman. Sirius never returned to Hogwarts (Dumbledore actually let him into the castle after the Third Task to see Harry for himself), Mr. Crouch’s treachery was never revealed. This man smuggled his Death Eater son out of Azkaban as a favour to his wife -- after putting him there himself -- and then kept him prisoner in their home for years under the Imperious Curse? And their house-elf was in on it? I can only imagine the scandal that would’ve ensued had he lived long enough to be exposed. That is messed up. I don’t even think the film mentioned that Crouch was being controlled by Voldemort for the entire movie.

There was no S.P.E.W., no revenge on Rita Skeeter (I don’t even think they learn that she’s an Animagus in the film), and no relationship between Harry and Krum at all. The two of them were supposed to find a half-mad Crouch in the Forbidden Forest after he escaped Voldemort and funny enough, the only reason they were there at all was because Krum wanted to make sure that there was nothing going on between Harry and Hermione! They really missed out on all the love-triangle drama in the film (or should I say square since Ron was also involved).

The scene where Fudge openly slanders Harry and refuses to accept that Voldemort is back is so, so crucial and it was never included. Dumbledore literally starts assembling the Order the minute he’s gone and forces Sirius and Snape to work together. And speaking of Snape, he completely outs himself as a former Death Eater in front of everyone in the hospital wing just to offer Fudge proof of Harry’s story. Snape was horrendous throughout the entire book, but when it came down to it, he stood with Harry, putting his own reputation on the line just to make Fudge see sense.

And poor Harry trying to give away his Triwizard winnings, but everyone’s like: “No, it’s yours. You keep it.” Like, hello? Do you people not understand that to him, it’s blood money? Oh, congratulations, Harry! You survived another attempt on your life. Yeah, Diggory died in your place, but at least you won the Tournament! That’s something, right? I’d have pitched that bag into the lake.

I very rarely cry reading a book, but when Harry’s in the hospital wing and confesses to the Weasleys and Hermione that he asked Cedric to take the Cup with him, I felt all of his pain and guilt just burst out of him. They thought they were going to win together, bring a joint Hogwarts victory. They were expecting to come home to a resounding roar of cheers. Instead, they end up hundreds of miles away, alone and unprotected, and before either of them can do anything, Cedric is struck down where he stands. The trauma, I never understood the trauma in this book as a kid.

I’ve heard so many people say Goblet of Fire was their favourite of the series and though mine has always been Prisoner of Azkaban, I gotta give this book credit. It is intense.

#I needed to get this off my chest #Harry Potter #hp #Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire #Goblet of Fire #Barty Crouch #Barty Crouch Jr.#Snape #Rita Skeeter #Triwizard Tournament #Cedric Diggory #Cornelius Fudge #Voldemort #trauma #Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare #SPEW #Crouch's story alone left me shook #I was so emotional

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headcanonsandmore · 5 years

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Unpopular opinion about SPEW (that is what Hermione's house elf organization was called right?).

Hermione’s intentions were good, but- in practice- her actions were detrimental. She never really listened to house-elf’s opinions about the subject, but instead did what she (a human) thought they needed.

It was good that she was trying to improve their conditions, but the way she went about it was problematic. Often her actions made things more difficult for house-elfs (her attempts to free them in Gryffindor tower without their knowledge resulted in Dobby-one of only two free elfs employed by the school- having to clean the whole tower by himself, as the other elfs refused to), and her inability to see the faults in her arguments was a serious issue.

Thanks for the ask, anon!

Keep sending me characters/ships/topics for unpopular asks, everyone!

#ask #anon #unpopular opinion #spew #society for the promotion of elfish welfare #hermione granger critical #hermione granger

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xknivesandpensx · 10 months

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Like Pieces of a Puzzle

Chapter 7

Chapter length will vary. I'll be referencing both the books and movie versions. Some things from what I've previously written will be mentioned, all of which you can find here.

And for those who asked to be tagged: @dayane245love

When Hermione entered the common room, Harry and Ron were finishing their Divination homework. Two volumes of Unfogging the Future laid open on the table as they spoke back and forth to one another, rattling off random unfortunate events. Only a few students remained hanging around, including Fred and George, who disappeared upstairs upon her arrival.

Crookshanks jumped from Harry’s lap and rushed over to rub against her leg. Hermione greeted him, lowering down to brush her hand over his ginger fur, causing a loud purr to be heard. He took off soon after, deciding to curl up near the fireplace.

Hermione peered over Ron’s chart. Her lips pressed together upon skimming over his work. “Not going to have a very good month, are you? You seem to be drowning twice. Don’t you think it’s a bit obvious you’ve made these up? Then again, Professor Trelawney isn’t very creditable. She’d likely believe you.”

Harry shrugged, silently agreeing per the latter. “She already told me; ‘I fear the thing you dread will indeed come to pass.’ I suppose I prefer that over her predicting my death all year. I think this one is a nice touch, considering.”

She read the answer, raising a brow. “Decapitation? It’s barely better than Ron getting trampled by a rampaging Hippogriff.”

“It’s not easy coming up with good ways to die,” Ron defended as she took a seat next to him. “Besides, we all know she’s a bit of a nutter. If it’s not downright devastating, she’ll think we haven’t tried hard enough.”

“It’s beyond me why the two of you are wasting your time in her class. Everything she says is rubbish,” Hermione mentioned, attempting to maintain her usual self, despite feeling quite the opposite. “You should’ve taken Arithmancy. Professor Vector is strict, but she really gives us a challenge.”

“Well, bully for her,” Ron muttered in return, picking up his quill to write more.

During a lapse of silence, Hermione put the box she carried on the far end of the table. She wanted to talk about S.P.E.W. but the urge of excitement dwindled. For some reason, a sudden awkward feeling buried itself in her stomach. And what for? A single, civil conversation?

She shook her head, as if the motion alone possessed the ability to shake Draco from her thoughts.

Hermione noticed Harry’s slight tensing, how he hesitated to move his hand to his forehead. She ducked down, speaking in a whisper. “Your scar’s bothering you again, isn’t it?”

“It’s nothing.” He wished she didn’t look at him quite like that, with concern pooling in her brown eyes, her features softening by worry.

Somehow, Hermione was the only one who ever noticed.

Ron lifted his gaze after she spoke, now questionably regarding him too, however, where Hermione held apprehension, he took on a puzzled expression.

Harry felt suddenly uncomfortable by their stares and turned his attention elsewhere. “What’s in the box?” he asked, moving to get a better view of the contents. He took out a badge and flipped it over, merely to be interrupted before he could say anything.

Although wise to his tactics, Hermione went along almost automatically. “Before you ask, S.P.E.W. stands for the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. I was going to put Stop the Outrageous Abuse of Our Fellow Magical Creatures and Campaign for a Change in Their Legal Status, but it wouldn’t fit. After much consideration, I decided to take a practical approach. With both of you helping, think of what we can do for them. Of course, we’ll need more than three members.”

“This again, really? It’s all you ever go on about,” Ron complained. He believed the house-elves were content, happy even, doing as they always have.

She glared at him but otherwise ignored the comment. “I’ve done loads of research. Obviously, we’ll need money. Two Sickles to join seems right to me. You’re treasurer, Ron. Harry, you can be the secretary, so you might want to write everything down I’m about to say.”

As if he’d know the important details to keep track of. He maybe even regretted asking, if not for the fact of it stealing the notice from himself. Harry took another from the box. “What happened to this one?”

“Oh, I forgot to fix it.” Hermione drew her wand out. “I banged into Malfoy on my way here. He stepped on it. I think by accident. Reparo.” It came together in an instant, now identical to the rest.

She started to wonder how he’d be next time they saw one another. To Hermione, at least, she thought something changed or perhaps it was all in her head. Draco being nice didn’t quite mean anything. But in regards to her? Who could say for sure.

She still felt the impression his hand left, how the tingling sensation raced across her skin. To think a single touch had the power to inflict such a sensation. Hermione knew if she vocally indulged in the matter to them, they’d think her as mad as Professor Trelawney.

Possibly, she’d agree given who she often caught herself daydreaming about him. And while a part of her thought it wrong to keep secrets from her friends, crushes were simply excluded from any of their discussions. Although, Harry’s interest in Cho appeared obvious, once picking up on it. His whole face lit up upon seeing her. He forgot how to speak and embarrassed himself on more than one occasion.

Ron, on the other hand, she didn’t see his interest latch onto anyone (because even he hadn’t caught onto his growing feeling for Hermione yet).

“Malfoy again? Strange for him to be roaming the halls, isn’t it?” Harry asked, figuring he may as well take out a blank piece of paper. He smoothed it out by using his forearm, struggling not to wince after he felt another dull sting.

Hermione forced a steady voice, restraining from answering too quickly. “Hardly. He just left Professor Moody’s classroom. Anyway there’s something – ”

“Does that mean he got in trouble?” Ron interjected, his mood lightening. “He deserved it in any case, on the account of Neville, of course. Hasn’t been right ever since.”

She took the badge from Harry and tossed it in with the others. “Laying it on a little thick, aren’t you? I’m sure Neville isn’t upset anymore. And you needn’t look so happy about it either. Points taken away would be the direct approach, not detention.”

She refrained from disclosing the details of Draco’s punishment, considering they’d only see Moody in a higher regard, lacking the true brutality of the ordeal. Telling them greatly differed from seeing the results in person.

“Defending him now?” Rom came across affronted, his gaze quick to find hers. “He did laugh after Pansy pushed you in the mud. Not to mention everything else he’s done over the years.”

“Thanks, Ron. I nearly forgot about that highly mortifying moment.” Hermione turned to the window where a snowy white owl could be spotted, any further words lost. Hedwig tapped her beak on the glass, waiting for entrance.

Harry quickly crossed the room, letting her inside before untying the parchment attached to her leg. His eyes scanned the letter Sirius sent. Both Ron and Hermione moved into the corner, away from the few students who’d possibly overhear them.

“Not now,” Harry remarked to Hedwig, who hooted for attention. He kept his summarily to the overall point. “He’s coming back because he thinks I’m in trouble.” Disbelief clung to his hushed tone. “But there’s nothing wrong, nothing worth him taking the risk.”

Hermione moved to put her hand on his shoulder in hopes of providing comfort. She instantly felt the strain pulling along his muscles. “He cares about you and it is concerning. Of course, he’d want to be closer. Your scar just bothered you.”

“For a few seconds,” Harry snapped, shrugging her off. Her pacifying voice irritated him, yet the negative emotion vanished in a flash after he caught sight of the hurt look on her face. “Sorry… I can’t lose him too.” He grabbed a piece of paper, writing a hurried reply.

Hermione trailed after him, taking it upon herself to read as he wrote. “You’re lying, you didn’t imagine it. He’ll know exactly what you’re trying to do and it won’t work. He’s probably already on his way.”

Harry disregarded her and went back to Hedwig.

“Might as well not bother,” Ron said. He returned to the table, in which Hermione followed, still casting a worried glance. “I get it, though. It has to be hard. Wanting him near but needing him off someplace else.”

Hermione nodded, aware Harry desired nothing more than to leave the Dursley’s and live with Sirius. He talked to her about it in length once, describing how connected they became in a small amount of time.

She watched as Hedwig gave Harry a rather hard nip on the fingers for having to be sent out again, despite complying. Before she managed another sentence, Harry retreated upstairs, muttering about being tired, leaving her to slump in her seat, attempting to sort through her thoughts as Ron quietly went back to his homework.

Hermione managed to talk to Ginny the next day. They left lunch early so she could send a letter to her parents, borrowing Hedwig, for Sirius responded and his answer came that morning, urging his godson to use other owls due to her bright color. And he, as she expected, knew of Harry’s attempts to downplay the pain.

The walk to and from the owlery provided enough privacy to explain the conversation she and Draco shared. A warm breeze swept past as they trailed the bridge, passing Cedric along the way, who gave a nod and light smile in their direction, having met them during summer.

“I mean, you find it odd too, right?” Hermione asked as soon as they were out of earshot. Uncertainty wormed its way inside. She fought to find a rational conclusion in means of putting her heart aside. “I think I’m making nothing into so much more.”

Ginny kept her gaze on her feet, taking a few steps to consider an answer. “Why not simply try talking to him again? Get things sorted out?”

The suggestion came off rather tempting, however, risky. “Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t get the chance. We have Potions together but only for a half hour today on account of the other schools arriving.”

The excitement over the tournament took over the school in full. Almost every student went on earnestly about the possible competitors and challenges. Hermione, alternatively, possessed no ability to concentrate on the competition.

“It’d be pretty awkward asking to speak to him directly, especially since he’s always around the other Slytherins.” Although Ginny still found her friend’s affection towards him to be surprising, she figured at least one of them deserved a chance.

“I can’t fathom a single thing to say anyway,” Hermione mentioned. “For all my logic, I’m simply lost when it comes to talking to a boy I’m interested in. And given his foul behavior, I’m better off keeping things as they are. I used to handle myself better, whereas now I’m harrowed by the very thought of seeing him again.”

He drove her crazy. Draco came off arrogant, yet it seemed to be more than that, like he was uniquely talented at getting under her skin. (Not excluding the fact of his proficiency at annoying Harry and Ron too).

Sometimes she thought herself too hard on him, given he was no different than any other teenager, blood status aside, and perhaps she didn’t hate his company if caught in a tolerable mood. Then he tended to prove her positive assumptions wrong by keeping to his typical condescending attitude.

“I’m not one to give advice on the subject, but I believe the correct thing to do is to decide. Either take the risk or let your feelings go.” Ginny stated it simply in spite of personally knowing the difficulties of confronting the choice.

“I can’t keep going back and forth, that much I know.” She dug herself too deep already. Hermione started to grow tired of the unknown, wishing to gain freedom from the conflict. “I just need to think it over, is all.”

Once more gratitude for their friendship made itself known. Confiding in Ginny proved beneficial. Plus, their discussions about either of their crushes led them to additional topics. She loved spending time with Harry and Ron, nevertheless she greatly appreciated the company of another girl.

After getting back inside they agreed to head back to the Great Hall so Hermione could walk to her next class alongside her two friends as per usual. Their topic of discussion drifted to a lighter note along the way.

Not only to preserve the privacy of the subject matter in whole, but also to the point of providing Hermione the space she required without rehashing the problem.

They turned the corner and dé·jà vu hit, having run into Draco again. All three of them came to a quick halt. His eyes met Hermione’s surprised, flushed face. A prolonged stare (which sped up her heartbeat so rapidly it fervently thumped against her chest) followed a swift continuation of strides. He walking around like they were invisible to him. His expression appeared unreadable, almost indifferent.

She turned around, losing sight of him along the corridor. He vanished amid a group of students.

“What am I supposed to make of that?” Hermione questioned, perplexed by Draco’s reaction or lack thereof.

“I’m not entirely sure.” Ginny grabbed hold of her arm, forcing her to keep moving. “If we don’t hurry, we’ll miss them. But I must say, he is acting strange.”

#dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #harry potter #the goblet of fire #this chapter took longer to write than i thought it would XD #probably because the holiday weekend #and hitting days when i just couldn't write #anyway here's chapter seven #nice comments are always appreciated #sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes

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