If there was one thing to be said about Hermione Granger was that she was very smart. She knew it and she rather relished in the fact that people thought so. Cleverest witch, and Harry Potterâ€™s best friend, with those two attributes you couldnâ€™t go wrong, however things did seem to be getting boring. She needed adventure, some sort of entertainment other than her books. It was â€˜part of the curse of knowing harryâ€™ she thought with a soft smile as she bounced down the hall, her curls bounding on her shoulders. She looked around at all of the magic surrounding her, and was take aback for a moment.<br/><br/>Hermoine Granger was born to muggles, non-magic folk and she was reminded of that every day of her life. She loved nothing more than reading her books and studying to become the best witch she couldnâ€™t, but she still couldnâ€™t shake the muggle blood inside of her. She wouldnâ€™t have traded her parents for anything but she still sometimes wished that she had been born in a pure blood family, just to know what it was like to not be looked at as a freak.  Especially by the Slytherin house, they all looked at her as if she was the spawn of some unholy creature that rose from the deep. â€˜They donâ€™t know what they are talking aboutâ€™ her friend always told her â€˜Hermoine, you are one of the most clever and wonderful people we know, donâ€™t let them turn you down.â€™<br/><br/>Hermoine shook her head and scurried into the office of the head master. She wanted to speak to him about all of the things that were going through her mind and all of the things that Harry, Ron and herself had talked about over the summer. Someone had to protect Hogwarts and why shouldn't it be them. They were going to be Dumbledor's Army, but she needed to talk to him about it first. She didn't want her friends along because they thought she was getting cool with all of that. Of course she wanted to fight the impending war, but inside she was still the same old Hermoine who needed someone to know about the plans. She was sure that Dumbledor would remove the memory right away and hide it in a vile but she needed to tell at least one person before she went crazy.<br/><br/>At the entrance to the stairs she smiled at the the old man. "Hello sir." she smiled tossing her long brown hair over her shoulder and smiled at the portraits in turn. "Head masters." she greeted with a bright smile as they greeted her in turn. She plopped herself in a chair and waited for the head master, she knew he would be along soon, this time of day he was always somewhere in his office and he would come around eventually.