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Ophelia and Hermione Granger had four things in common.
The first was that they were sisters. The second was that they were both extremely smart. The third was that they were both witches. And the fourth was that they both hated Draco Malfoy.
Other than those things, they were both very different and as time went by, those differences became more obvious and eventually two girls who had been as close as sisters could be, would come to hate each other.
The two girls looked very different while Hermione had frizzy, dark brown hair and brown eyes, Ophelia had straight blonde-brown hair and blue eyes. If it hadn’t been for their surname or seeing them together, you never would have known they were sisters.
Ophelia had been extremely surprised and excited when her and Hermione received their Hogwarts letters. She had been even more surprised when they arrived at Hogwarts and were sorted into different houses. Hermione had been sorted into Gryffindor while Ophelia had been sorted into Slytherin. In fact, most of the school was extremely surprised by the fact that a muggle born had been sorted into the house of pure bloods.
Ophelia was never one to take crap from anyone and in her first few years at Hogwarts, she often ended up in detention because she’d gotten into physical fights with other students for calling her a mudblood or making nasty remarks about her being in Slytherin. Eventually most of the students got over it and Ophelia was able to make friends.
Hermione was less than pleased with the way her sister handled herself and being Hogwarts only made it more obvious how different she and her sister were. The girls tried their best to stick together, knowing that they needed each other as a constant part of their lives but over time events of both the school years and the summers ended with the two girls drifting apart, unsure if they’d ever go back to the way they were.
First year had been hard for both Granger girls. Hermione was always being teased for being a know-it-all and had no friends until Halloween, when a troll had managed to get into the girl’s bathroom where she was rescued by Harry and Ron and after that they became best friends. Ophelia on the other hand was teased and bullied by members of her own house, to the point where it often became physical, leading to many detentions.
This went on for the first four years of their time at Hogwarts. The only solace Ophelia had was Hermione and although Harry and Ron didn’t like the fact, she was a Slytherin, they came to tolerate her being around for the sake of Hermione. Though Ophelia was never included in their adventures. She wasn’t petrified like Hermione had been, she wasn’t included in Harry and Ron’s plan to save Ginny and she wasn’t there when they ended up inside the shrieking shack with a mass murder and a werewolf. Ophelia never left her dorm after curfew, knowing full well that if she was caught or lost points for Slytherin things would only get worse.
Somehow, in her fourth year she was invited to the Yule Ball by George Weasley. At the time she thought none of the Weasley’s liked her, it turned out that George liked her a lot and the two of them ended up dating. Although Ophelia enjoyed being around George, eventually snide remarks about Slytherins caused things to blow up not long after they returned to school for her fifth year.
Ophelia was sitting at the Gryffindor table, as she often did, eating breakfast with Fred and George. Harry, Ron, and Hermione joined them. Harry had been saying something about Malfoy and his cronies. “That’s just the way they are Harry.” Ron said grabbing a piece of toast. “Just the way who are? Go on Weasley tell us what Slytherins are like.” Ophelia said her voice rising in anger, George grabbed her arm knowing that given the chance Ophelia would probably punch Ron’s lights out. “Calm down Lia.” Hermione said trying her best to defuse the situation. “No Hermione I will not calm down. I’m sick of your stupid friend going on and on about how bad al, Slytherins are when he never bothers to get to know anyone outside his own house.” Ophelia shouted, pulling her arm out of George’s grasp, and storming off. “Nice one Ron.” Fred growled smacking his younger brother upside the head.
Things were so tense at the table that none of the group noticed that the Slytherins had been watching this scene unfold and slightly surprised at Ophelia yelling at the only people she had that kind of resembled friends.
George found Ophelia sitting on the edge of the lake smoking a cigarette. “I thought you were going to give that up.” George murmured as he sat down on the grass next to her. “I was.” She replied as she continued to stare at the water. “So why aren’t you going to anymore?” He asked her, pulling the box out of her hand. “Because I’m not ready too.” She whispered trying not to feel guilty about her decision, knowing that her answer disappointed him. George just pulled her into a hug, trying his best not to be mad at her. “I’ve been thinking.” She asked him as she lent her head on his shoulder. “About what?” He asked brushing a stray hair out of her face. “I think it might be time for us to go our separate ways. I really like you George, but I don’t think I can keep doing this knowing how your family feels about Slytherins.” She whispered, trying her hardest not to cry. “Yeah, you’re right. I know it’s been hard for you knowing they don’t like you just because of your house. Just remember you can always talk to me if you need a friend.” He said kissing her forehead. The two of them enjoyed the early autumn sun for a little longer before heading back to the castle and going their separate common rooms.