"I only used my dark side
"So today you beat my
"I -" Harry said. His voice got a little lower, "I wasn't... really
She started walking again, walked right past him, and as she passed Harry's face tightened up like
"Is Professor Quirrell right?" came a high desperate whisper from behind her. "If I have you for a friend, will I always be afraid to do better because I know it will hurt your feelings? That's not fair, Hermione!"
She took a breath and held it and ran, her feet pattering across the stone as fast as they could, running as fast as she dared with her vision all blurry, ran so that no one would hear her, and this time Harry didn't follow.
Minerva was going over the Transfiguration parchment due Monday, and had just marked down to negative two hundred points a fifth-year parchment with an error that could have potentially killed someone. During her first year as a professor she'd been indignant at the folly of older students, now she was just resigned. Some people not only never learned, they never noticed that they were hopeless, they stayed bright and eager and kept on trying. Sometimes they believed you when you told them, before they left Hogwarts, that they must
She was in the middle of trying to unravel a particularly convoluted answer when a knock at the door disrupted her thoughts; and it wasn't her office hours, but it had only taken a very short time as Head of Gryffindor House for her to learn to suspend judgment. You could always deduct House points
"Come in," she said in a crisp voice.
The young girl who entered her office had clearly been crying, and then afterward had washed her face in hopes it wouldn't show -
"Miss Granger!" said Professor McGonagall. It had taken her a moment to recognize that face with its eyes reddened and cheeks puffed. "What happened?"
"Professor," said the young girl in a wavering voice, "you said that if I was ever worried or uncomfortable about anything, I should come to you at once -"
"Yes," said Professor McGonagall, "now what
The girl started to explain -
Hermione stood still and the stairs turned around her, a revolving helix that shouldn't have taken her anywhere at all, and instead bore her continuously
She should've been frightened, should've been nervous about her second meeting with the Headmaster.
She
Only Hermione Granger had been thinking; she'd been thinking a lot, after she hadn't been able to run any further and had slid down against the wall with her lungs on fire, thinking while she curled up in a ball with her back against the chilly stone wall and her legs drawn up and crying.
Even if she lost to Harry Potter she was never, ever going to lose to Draco Malfoy, that was just totally
And she'd told Professor McGonagall about how Harry Potter had changed since the day the phoenix had been on his shoulder, and about how people more and more seemed to see her as just something of Harry's, and how it seemed like Harry was pulling farther and farther away from everyone else in their school year and went around with a sad air sometimes like he was losing something, and
And Professor McGonagall had told her that they needed to talk to the Headmaster.
And Hermione had felt worried, but then the thought had come to her that
The Endless Stair stopped turning.
The great oaken door in front of them with the brass griffin knocker opened without being touched.
Behind a black oaken desk with dozens of drawers facing in every direction, looking like it had drawers set
Some time later - she wasn't sure how long but it was while she was trying to count the number of things in the room for the third time and
Hermione's head snapped around, and she felt a little heat in her cheeks; but Dumbledore didn't appear annoyed with her at all, only serene, and with an inquiring look in those mild, half-glassed eyes.