History
___x Family Mother: Abby Granger
Father: Christian Granger
Siblings: None
Spouse(s): Regulus Black (divorced), Ron Weasley (divorced)
Children: Marius Granger (with Regulus Black), Rose Weasley (with Ron Weasley), Hugo Weasley (also with Ron Weasley)
___x History
Attended Hogwarts with fellow Gryffindors Ron Weasley and Harry Potter; co-founded Dumbledore’s Army and aided Harry Potter in escaping death on many occasions. Married Regulus Black - spy for the Order of the Phoenix - briefly at the age of sixteen but had their marriage annulled before leaving with friends Harry and Ron to destroy Voldemort’s horcruxes; gave birth to daughter Marius shortly after Voldemort’s defeat, having concealed her pregnancy so as not to be denied joining the war. Graduated valedictorian of her Hogwarts House. Married Ron Weasley and had two children before mutually ending the relationship. Became Healer and launched the “Death Eater Rehabilitation” program.
___x Character Facts
Wand: Vine Wood, Dragon Heartstring, 12.5 inches.
Patronus: An otter
Boggart: Bellatrix Lestrange (as she was when Hermione was still young)
Animagus: A sleek, brown cat with a telltale bushy tail
Amortentia Scents: Damp soil, rather old books, and cigarette smoke
___x Personality
Though Hermione exudes confidence and sometimes bossiness, she is at her core a vulnerable and needy woman. “Liberal” in her way of thinking, Hermione believes everyone can make a positive change in the world, and feverishly defends the rights of all sentient beings to contribute something to society. Not nearly as conservative as she was while still in school, Hermione expresses herself in everything that she does, and encourages others to do so as well (sometimes getting raised eyebrows, such as when suggesting that students should be allowed to wear revealing clothing to express their blossoming sexuality.)
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>_>
*Cautiously crawls up into your lap for cuddles*
*Looks back up at her and shrugs uncaringly, letting her think what she wanted from that*
You smack like a hooker as well, who would have thought?
*Smirks, darkly amused by her reproachfulness*
*Moves in closer, blue eyes piercing with anger, contempt, lewdness, satisfaction*
Is the picture of your lips moving while I wank or get a hooker, imagining making that goddamned mouth of yours silent as well as useful for once.
*Smirks, still too close, but then withdraws slowly, as smug as a cat*
Seems to me, Granger, that you're the one who's hidin' behind your psychobabble.
An' who says I don't have feelings, Granger? I can count them off on my fingers.
stare
One, hungry. Two, tired. Three, horny. Four, angry. Five, thirsty. Six, horny. Seven, annoyed. Eight, happy, An' nine and ten, horny
******** right you're not a sex doll.
*Pause*
You talk too ********' much. Dolls have learned the fine and appreciated art of shutting the ******** up.