Hermione's plight

Homophobia?

Her night was plagued by terrors and nightmares. All range between Dumbledore ripping her memories apart and away from her and Ron forcing himself onto her and essentially playing her like a puppet. She often found herself waking up out of breath. This alone is the reason she hasn't been sleeping a lot and the little sleep she's capable of snagging is plagued by these horrid nightmares and night visions.

How is she supposed to handle that shit? She has no clue but she needs to pretend for her own sake. She yawns as she follows Ginevra to the drawing room to catch the doxy infestation residing in the room.

Something inside her is changed and she doesn't know what it is. She hates it. She hates it all.

She's vaguely aware of Harry and the twins at the other end of the room near the wardrobe, talking in hushed voices. A few snippets carry over to her as she tries her best to tune out Ginny's whining. What a fucking pest that dipshit is. She yawns again and rubs her eyes. It's getting harder to hold up her glamour with so little sleep. She just hopes that her night will get better.

"My, what's gotten little Harrikins so happy today?" George asks amused.

Hermione recoils as a doxy almost bites her, nasty little critter! She swats at the tiny beast and catches it immediately. Perhaps another useless skill to add to her arsenal of useless skills. My, how self-deprecating she woke up today. Can this day get any worse?

Apparently, yes, yes it can get worse.

"Oh, nothing much. How's the - coming along?"

And that is another four in. Good grief what is she doing? This is just peachy! She now realises how menial this task is and that this is all premeditated to keep them from trying to eavesdrop on the order again. She hates adults... especially the ones in this house...

Well, admittedly, there is no order meeting right now but Hermione is certain that there will be one very soon.

The three keep their voices hushed so as to not alert Mrs Weasley. They continue cleaning until the bell rings and Mrs Weasley walks out of the room closing the door behind her.

What did she say earlier, order meeting? Another yawn escapes her lips. So annoying.

Harry turns to look at the other three residents of the room, suddenly George turns a bright crimson, and Hermione swears she can see steam coming out of the redhead's ears. Harry laughs and claps a hand on the taller teen's shoulder.

Very intrigued by the turn of events she keeps her eyes on the boys instead of the cleaning. Sue her for being curious. She watches as Harry says another thing and George in turn blushes even harder, proving that that's still possible.

She suddenly doesn't know how to feel about them, a sort of cloud descends over her and she follows Ron and Ginny over. It feels as though she is trapped inside her body and is left a spectator as a phantom hand guides her every movement. It's frightening the tight hold those phantom fingers have around her emotions and feeling and through that her actions. Some outer force is imposing on her and projecting through her. She can't break free, no matter how hard she tries and it's scaring her to the core. What is going on?

"What are you talking about, that George is blushing so hard?" Ginny asks with Ron and herself close by.

"Let me guess it's about George's mates, isn't it?" Fred gives his twin a knowing shove and Harry a matching grin.

At the mention of the plural word, Hermione visibly recoils or rather said the foreign third party does. She didn't mean to do it and it hurts even more when Harry turns away from her. "What do you mean "mates?" There is no way you can have more than one!" Oh, but there is and she knows, after all she herself has two. She's done so much research into the matter after finding out the truth about herself. She had to do it, she needed to know more about what she was left in the dark about.