The Mudblood Chronicles

Chapter 9

It was a sunny Saturday at Hogwarts. The brisk chill in the air indicated that fall was well on it's way. Students bustled out of the castle in hoards through the crisp pre-autumn wind towards the Quidditch pitch for the paramount event of the Hogwarts Calendar: The first game of the season--Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. 

For the students, this was a great excitement. The longstanding rivalry between the houses made for a very interesting match chocked-full with twists, turns, heart-pounding victory, and gut-wrenching failure. The entire student body showed up for this match, decked out in either Gryffindor crimson or Slytherin emerald regardless if they were a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw. 

For Hermione, however, this match caused a great problem. 

What in the name of Merlin himself would she wear?

"Euuugh" she lamented, throwing herself on her bed in her suite. 

She had never faced this problem before. She was an intellectual, to boot, and had never much cared for how she looked (save for the Yule Ball). 

Sure, as she had gotten older, she took more pride in her day-to-day appearance. 

After the Yule Ball, she'd decided she very much liked her curls to be tamer and had perfected a de-frizzing charm that Ginny taught her. The following summer, she'd starting using muggle mascaras and concealers regularly to mask the consequences of her late night revising and research sessions. 

Clothes, on the other hand? Hermione had never given it a second thought. 

Hence her emergent Patronus message to Daphne and Pansy about thirty minutes ago, them arriving in a panic (Hermione had said it was "life or death" and gave no further context) twenty minutes ago, and them both rummaging through her closet now. 

"'Mione, it's going to be okay." Daphne soothed, moving to sit on the end of her bed and pat her shoulder.

"Yea, Minnie, there's got to be something in here that you've not worn before. What ever happened to that red Chanel sweater I gave you? That'd be perfect!" Pansy said, still shuffling through her clothes. 

"It's not that!" Hermione groaned, throwing her arm over her face "I know what I want to wear, I just didn't know that the first match would be against my own house!"

"Wait..." Pansy said, finally poking her head out of the walk-in and sharing a look with Daphne, and they both looked at Hermione in shock.

"You want to wear green?!" They said together, astounded. 

Hermione stayed quiet for a moment, noting their reactions. Surely, if Pansy hadn't figured it out, yet, she would soon. 

"Yes..." she affirmed. 

Pansy and Daphne looked at her with wide eyes, taking deep breaths, and then looked at each other, obviously trying to piece together why in Merlin she'd want to do that. 

After a few minutes, growing impatient, Hermione let out a huff of air and summoned the tee-shirt she'd bought at Gladrags and threw it to Pansy. 

Pansy held up the shirt, Daphne gasping as she saw the back, and Hermione watched as, slowly, twin knowing grins spread onto their faces. 

They looked to Hermione, who smiled at them sheepishly, and then without much more time wasted, the room erupted into a fit of girlish squeals and giggles. 

Pansy and Daphne tackled Hermione onto her bed, excitedly hugging her. 

"When?" Daphne grinned, hugging Hermione.