Hermione Granger and the Sorcerer's Stone

The Troll in the Dungeons

Hermione had never been so angry with anyone in her lifetime.

She never thought she'd hate anyone more than Cole, but then there was Ron Weasley!

Hermione had been searching through her pockets for a quill when she found the note from her parents. She reread it over and over until she had had it memorized then went to breakfast. She sat at the end of the long Gryffindor table, by Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown, who were now officially best friends.

Hermione was just reading a new book she had checked out from the library when Paravti said something to her.

"My gosh, you read a lot!" 

Hermione slightly nodded and closed her book then began picking at her eggs.

"Don't you ever wanna do something - fun?" Lavender giggled.

Hermione didn't answer. She just simply did not want to take place in the gossip and drama of Parvati and Lavender's everyday lives. Girls were just not the type of people Hermione ever got a long with.

"Don't you want to come hang out with us and the other girls?" asked Parvati.

"You can't spend your whole life in a book."

"I do other things than read," said Hermione abruptly. And with that Lavender raised an eyebrow questioningly then went across the table with Parvati. Hermione got up. She had lost her appetite.

She then began to head over to the owlery.

It took her a while to get there, since she had never been before but she did. Hermione picked out a small barn owl and took out her quill.

 Dear Mum and Dad,

I love Hogwarts. Thank you for the letter. I haven't been

too lonely. I love my classes! I have the best teachers.

Don't worry about me. I think it will be okay to tell just Ms. Lauren.

I know she won't tell anyone. Oh, yes, I have lots of friends! Even Harry

Potter loves me! 

With love, Hermione

Hermione had stretched the truth a little so that her parents would not worry about her, but it was just one little white lie. She knew that after the children here got to know her they'd love her, and she did have Neville Longbottom as a friend, and she could somewhat consider Harry Potter as one. She wasn't an outcast at least.

Hermione took a while to decide if she was really going to have this owl sent off to her parents will a message full of lies, but eventually she decided that it was best, and left the owlery.

"It's not any old broomstick," said a familiar voice.

Harry, Ron, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were having a heated conversation and from what Hermione could hear it was over a broomstick, but first years weren't allowed them.

"It's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?" grinned Ron. "Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus."

"What would you know about it, Weasley," snapped Malfoy, "you couldn't afford half the handle. I suppose you and your brothers have to save up twig by twig."

True, Hermione did not like Ron Weasley, but that gave no one a right to make fun of how much money his family had.

That was just plain crude.