The multiple identities of Hermione Granger

Before

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Em x

Introduction:

I stared at the curtains of my four poster bed and sighed, it was the first week back in sixth year and already I hated it. Ron was snogging Lavender and I honestly hated him for it. He knew that I liked him and was still sleeping around with every girl in our year, except for me.

My alarm clock beeped and drew me out of my dreary thoughts. I grabbed my dungarees and a black t-shirt with the words, 'Death to Barbie' on it. I pulled on a pair of purple socks on and wiggled my Doc. Martins onto my feet. Satisfied with my outfit, I started attacking my hair and after 10 minutes, I had it braided back into Dutch plaits. I didn't bother with makeup, I had no-one to impress but I packed some anyway in my leather backpack.

I had to be prepared for anything so I had cast an undetectable extension charm on it and had stuffed it with books. I also had a weeks worth of clothes and four pairs of shoes; black leather brogues, hiking boots, purple converse and my favourite pair of shoes, my black and silver oil slick Superstars. I had a vial of Polyjuice and my phone. It didn't work around magic but I used it as a last resort. I had a spare Hogwarts uniform and my timeturner right at the top, in case I needed it.

I walked down to the common room and grimaced as I saw Ron and Lavender sucking each others faces off,
"GET A ROOM, ITS TOO EARLY IN THE MORNING!" I shouted and they resurfaced, glaring.
"Don't mind her, WonWon, she's just jealous that I have you all to myself," Lavender swooned at Ron and I felt sick, it was time for battle plan A; Hysterical.

I doubled over laughing at the face that Lavender was pulling at Ron, and soon I was crying with mirth.
"Y-you actually think that I'm j-jealous of you? You can have the little prick all to yourself, Lavender, if your happy settling for Fleur Delacour's leftovers! I would take Victor over Won Won any day, Krum's and international quiddich player, triwizard champion and Head Boy of Durmstrang, what's Ron got? Harry Potters sidekick; red hair, freckles, failing grades, a big mouth but nothing behind it,"

Won Won stalked up to me and snarled, ha loomed ever closer and I opted for Plan B: sarcasm.
"Oh, did I hurt little Wonikins feelings? What's he going to do? Hide behind big, scary Harry Potter and run for mummy? How scary! Even Fred's a better kisser than you, you look like you're sucking her face off!" Fred and I had gone out briefly after fifth year but decided to take a break. I loved him, but it was just too difficult to see eachother.

Ron's hand drew back and slapped me, so hard that I blacked out for a minute and when I looked up, I couldn't see out of my right eye, it was so swollen. I saw that Harry and Ginny were standing at the side of the common room with the rest of the Gryffindors. I realised that Ron was shouting and I zoned back in do what he was saying,
"-STAY AWAY FROM MY BROTHER YOU NASTY LITTLE WHORE, IM NOT HARRYS SIDEKICK, IM HIS BEST FRIEND, WHO ARE YOU? A WORMY LITTLE NERD WHO HAS NO FRIENDS,"

I was curled up in the foetal position to protect myself because Ron was kicking me after every word, and I heard sharp cracks every time his foot connected with my body,
"-YOU WOULDN'T KNOW A GUY IF HE WAS STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU NAKED DOING A TAP DANCE. DONT BOTHER ME OR MY GIRLFRIEND EVER AGAIN YOU FILTHY LITTLE MUDBLOOD!" At this, he dragged me up and pushed me against the wall, cold stone knocking the back of my head and drew his fist back. He pushed it forwards into my gut and I doubled over, coughing up blood.

I stumbled over the pool of blood and looked back at him;
"If that's how you want to be, goodbye Ron."
I winced as I tripped out of the portrait hole and staggered down the corridor, leaving a trail of blood. I needed to find the hospital wing, fast. I made it to the balcony overlooking the foyer and then everything went dark, I fell for a while and then, with a sickening crunch I hit the floor. The last thing I remembered was screaming and a feminine voice calling;
"Oh Merlin, this better not be a prank, if it is th- MISS GRANGER?"