Hermione was the brightest witch of her age, obviously top of all her classes and pretty insightful. But the one thing she couldn’t figure out? Was you. You’d teased her since first year, not bullying simple harmless teasing. It wasn’t the same as when Draco bullied her, you did it and made her smile and laugh, even roll her eyes.

She just didn’t know why.

You had this nickname for her you’d always call her ‘curls’ nobody else called her that, whenever she heard it she already knew who it was