You get yesterday and today cos I spent the entire day in the hospital. And/or changing/getting a flat/new tire. Don't ask. I need this escape into Potter!verse where I can express feelings.
02. Your favorite book
It's been years but I'm going with OotP because it has the DA and Professors being BAMFY and it's on the cusp of something greater. The Kids are never going to be the same. The Kids (Hermione) becoming self-aware with the deeper understanding that they have to fight for their world. For something bigger than themselves. They dig in and they dig deep and they are BECOMING. Just... it makes my skin tingle. Plus, you know there's all the ministry stuff (all quotes from harryloveshermione.com):
"Well done, Ha - "
But the Death Eater Hermione had just struck dumb made a sudden slashing movement with his wand; a streak of what looked like purple flame passed right across Hermione's chest. She gave a tiny "Oh!" as though of surprise and crumpled on to the floor, where she lay motionless.
Harry fell to his knees beside her as Neville crawled rapidly towards her from under the desk, his wand held up in front of him.
A whine of panic inside his head was preventing him thinking properly: he had one hand on Hermione's shoulder, which was still warm, yet did not dare look at her properly. Don't let her be dead, don't let her be dead, it's my fault if she's dead...
"Hermione," Harry said at once, shaking her as the baby-headed Death Eater blundered out of sight again. "Hermione, wake up,"
"Dat's a pulse, Harry, I'b sure id is."
Such a powerful wave of relief swept through Harry that for a moment he felt light-headed.
''Well, I'b going do find dem wid you," said Neville firmly.
and stuff like this:
"Well, they're writing about you as though you're this deluded, attention-seeking person who thinks he's a great tragic hero or something," said Hermione, very fast, as though it would be less unpleasant for Harry to hear these facts quickly. "They keep slipping in snide comments about you. If some far-fetched story appears, they say something like, "A tale worthy of Harry Potter", and if anyone has a funny accident or anything it's, "Let's hope he hasn't got a scar on his forehead or we'll be asked to worship him next" -"
"I don't want anyone to worship -" Harry began hotly.
"I know you don't," said Hermione quickly, looking frightened. "I know, Harry."
~ & ~
Harry and Hermione moved together instinctively and peered through the trees.
~ & ~
The door banged open. Hermione came tearing into the room, her cheeks flushed and her hair flying. There was an envelope in her hand.
"Did you - did you get -?" She spotted the badge in Harry's hand and let out a shriek. "I knew it!" she said excitedly, brandishing her letter. "Me too, Harry, me too!"
"No," said Harry quickly, pushing the badge back into Ron's hand. "It's Ron, not me."
"It - what? I-"
"Ron's prefect, not me," Harry said.
"Ron?" said Hermione, her jaw dropping. "But ... are you sure? I mean -" She turned red as Ron looked round at her with a defiant expression on his face.
"It's my name on the letter," he said.
"I ..." said Hermione, looking thoroughly bewildered.
He dashed from the room, leaving Harry and Hermione alone.
For some reason, Harry found he did not want to look at Hermione. He turned to his bed, picked up the pile of clean robes Mrs Weasley had laid on it and crossed the room to his trunk.
"Harry?" said Hermione tentatively.
"Well done, Hermione," said Harry, so heartily it did not sound like his voice at all, and, still not looking at her, "brilliant. Prefect. Great."
"Thanks," said Hermione. "Erm - Harry - could I borrow Hedwig so I can tell Mum and Dad? They'll be really pleased - I mean prefect is something they can understand."
"Yeah, no problem," said Harry, still in the horrible hearty voice that did not belong to him. "Take her!"
~ & ~
"But Hermione says she thinks it would be nice if you stopped taking out your temper on us," said Ron.
"I'm not -"
"I'm just passing on the message," said Ron, talking over him.
...which just makes me think of 'I'M NOT AN OWL!' and I fall over loling.
~ & ~
"I know it is, Harry, so will you please stop biting my head off?" said Hermione wearily.
~ & ~
"D'you mind not offending the only people who believe me?" Harry asked Hermione as they made their way into class.
"Oh, for heaven's sake, Harry, you can do better than her," said Hermione.
~ & ~
He imagined trying to conceal from Hermione that he had received T's in all his OWLs and immediately resolved to work harder from now on.
...because he recognises this and she motivates him to do so without even BEING THERE. Just! KIDS!
~ & ~
"What is it this time, Miss Granger?"
"I've already read Chapter Two," said Hermione.
"Well then, proceed to Chapter Three."
"I've read that, too. I've read the whole book."
Professor Umbridge blinked but recovered her poise almost instantly. "Well, then, you should be able to tell me what Slinkhard says about counterjinxes in Chapter Fifteen."
"He says that counter-jinxes are improperly named," said Hermione promptly.
"He says "counter-jinx" is just a name people give their jinxes when they want to make them sound more acceptable."
Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows and Harry knew she was impressed, against her will.
"But I disagree," Hermione continued.
Professor Umbridge's eyebrows rose a little higher and her gaze became distinctly colder.
"You disagree?" she repeated.
"Yes, I do," said Hermione, who, unlike Umbridge, was not whispering, but speaking in a clear, carrying voice that had by now attracted the attention of the rest of the class. "Mr Slinkhard doesn't like jinxes, does he? But I think they can be very useful when they're used defensively."
...aaaaaaaaaand PWNAGE! ...cos that was totally me in school.
~ & ~
~ & ~
"Well," said Hermione tentatively. "You know, I was thinking today ..." she shot a slightly nervous look at Harry and then plunged on, "I was thinking that - maybe the time's come when we should just - just do it ourselves."
"Do what ourselves?" said Harry suspiciously, still floating his hand in the essence of Murtlap tentacles.
"Well - learn Defence Against the Dark Arts ourselves," said Hermione.
...this girl. Steals. My. Heart.
~ & ~
He looked helplessly at Hermione, whose face was stricken.
"Harry," she said timidly, "don't you see? This ... this is exactly why we need you ... we need to know what it's r-really like ... facing him ... facing V...Voldemort."
It was the first time she had ever said Voldemort's name and it was this, more than anything else, that calmed Harry.
THIS. ...and it also builds toward the moment in DH where she plays with his hair and HE CLOSES HIS EYES. GUYS! GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUYS!!! *SPLODES*
~ & ~
A blank silence greeted Hermione's words. She looked around at all the faces upturned to her, rather disconcerted.
"Well - I thought it was a good idea," she said uncertainly, "I mean, even if Umbridge asked us to turn out our pockets, there's nothing fishy about carrying a Galleon, is there? But ... well, if you don't want to use them -"
"You can do a Protean Charm?" said Terry Boot.
"Yes," said Hermione.
"But that's ... that's NEWT standard, that is," he said weakly.
"Oh," said Hermione, trying to look modest. "Oh ... well ... yes, I suppose it is."
"How come you're not in Ravenclaw?" he demanded, staring at Hermione with something close to wonder. "With brains like yours?"
[...] Harry looked sideways at Hermione.
"You know what these remind me of?"
"No, what's that?"
"The Death Eaters' scars. Voldemort touches one of them, and all their scars burn, and they know they've got to join him."
"Well ... yes," said Hermione quietly, "that is where I got the idea. But you'll notice I decided to engrave the date on bits of metal rather than on our members' skin."
"Yeah ... I prefer your way," said Harry, grinning,
...like I said, BECOMING.
~ & ~
"[...] but, well, they are very interesting, aren't they? The way some people can see them and some can't! I wish I could."
"Do you?" Harry asked her quietly. She looked suddenly horrorstruck.
"Oh, Harry - I'm sorry - no, of course I don't - that was a really stupid thing to say."
"It's OK," he said quickly, "don't worry."
~ & ~
It came as a slight shock when somebody hammered hard on the door a few minutes later.
"I know you're in there," said Hermione's voice. "Will you please come out? I want to talk to you."
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked her, pulling open the door as Buckbeak resumed his scratching at the straw-strewn floor for any fragments of rat he may have dropped. "I thought you were skiing with your mum and dad?"
"Well, to tell the truth, skiing's not really my thing," said Hermione. "So, I've come here for Christmas." There was snow in her hair and her face was pink with cold.
...she fucking GAVE UP HER HOLIDAY TO WORK ON THE DA. THIS. GIRL.
~ & ~
"You should have told her differently," said Hermione, still with that maddeningly patient air. "You should have said it was really annoying, but I'd made you promise to come along to the Three Broomsticks, and you really didn't want to go, you'd much rather spend the whole day with her, but unfortunately you thought you really ought to meet me and would she please, please come along with you and hopefully you'd be able to get away more quickly. And it might have been a good idea to mention how ugly you think I am, too," Hermione added as an afterthought.
"But I don't think you're ugly," said Harry, bemused.
...honestly, I don't really see this as shippy so much as Dawww, friendses who lurve each other and are on their way to more.
~ & ~
"Haven't we got a counter-jinx for this?" Fudge asked Umbridge impatiently, gesturing at Marietta's face. "So she can speak freely?"
"I have not yet managed to find one," Umbridge admitted grudgingly, and Harry felt a surge of pride in Hermione's jinxing ability. "But it doesn't matter if she won't speak, I can take up the story from here. [...]"
...see above reason.
~ & ~
"Harry, I'm begging you, please!" said Hermione desperately. "Please let's just check that Sirius isn't at home before we go charging off to London. If we find out he's not there, then I swear I won't try to stop you. I'll come, I'll d - do whatever it takes to try and save him."
...now THAT is how you compromise.
~ & ~
03. What house would you be in?
I got sorted into Hufflepuff once... but then laregan & vivalatiger told me I was more Slytherin and made me a hat with the house colours so... *shrug*
04. Your favorite movie
05. Wizard Rock: discuss
06. Your favorite character(s)
07. Drink that reminds you of HP
08. Your favorite ship(s)
09. Fanfiction: discuss
10. Favorite book moment(s)
11. Character you're crushing on
12. Favorite movie scene(s)
13. Least favorite character(s)
14. Moments in the books/movies that made you cry
15. Whatever tickles your fancy
16. How have you participated in the fandom over the years?
17. Your favorite celebs from the movies or fandom
18. If you could change one thing about canon, what would it be?
19. A favorite fanart
20. A favorite quote
21. How has the HP fandom connected you to other fandoms, interests, or people?
22. Your favorite villain
23. Share some HP icons
24. Rant about Steve Kloves something
25. Song that reminds you of HP
26. What aspect of the books has been best translated to film?
27. What aspect of the books has been most poorly translated to film?
28. Hogwarts subject you would most like to take
29. Favorite location
30. Whatever tickles your fancy