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The wizengamot was silent, Ron noted with a cheerful glee, and it was a bad, awkward silence, so, exactly the one he wanted.  

Hermione was standing in the middle of the room, stance full of authority, and stuff. She looked great, chin up, as if daring anyone to defy her, and, honestly, who would?  

She was Hermione ‘war hero at seventeen’ Granger. He wasn’t even supposed to be in the room, but she wanted him there, so he was. He shared a grin with Harry, who was looking very pleased.  

“What?” One of the purebloods, Ron forgets which, spluttered.  

“Sorry, did you not understand? I can rephrase.”  

The purebloods cheeks reddened, “No, I understood perfectly well-”  

“Then what’s the problem?”  

“Well, you can’t expect us to learn about mud-”  

“Yes?”  

Hermione smile was sharp, as if daring him to finish. He finishes the word, and he’s kicked out of the meeting, just like the one before him, and the one before that. Hermione had wanted to prove she was serious, and people were giving her plenty of opportunities to do so.  

“Never mind.” He muttered, not very pureblood lord of him.  

“I, for one,” Harry announced to the crowd, “think it’s an amazing idea.”  

“Of course, he would,” someone next to Ron croaked, “probably helped her with it.”  

He turned to look at the owner of the voice, “What was that?”  

They looked at him, eyes widening, “Nothing, Mister Weasley, nothing at all.”  

“Good.” He nodded.  

He loved having a reputation. Help kill a dark lord and everyone looks at you in fear. Or awe. Or horniness. Really depends on the person.  

Harry, very discreetly, looked down to his hands, where the flashcards Hermione had given him where, “This is an unprecedented occasion, something that has never happened before. To talk about it, we need to understand the basics of muggle media, and what movies are.”  

Malfoy, the prat, spoke next, “I agree, we cannot properly discuss this without knowing everything about this ‘movies’.”  

Git. Good point. Still a git, though.  

Another pureblood, Tenellaston? Maybe, something presumptuous as that.  

He tuned them out.  

Hermione responded clinically, with a no-bullshit attitude, and completely ripped everyone to shreds.  

She looked so pretty like that, verbally berating everyone, with the lights framing her head making her look like angel. If she were an animagus, she’d probably be a swan, beautiful, exquisite, deadly dangerous, ready to fight at any second.  

He sighed, having the sudden urge to paint her, even though he had no skills and could barely draw stick figures.  

“-Weasley, Mister Weasley!”  

“Huh? Oh, yes?”  

Hermione suppressed a smile, and he almost got lost in thoughts again.  

“What do you think about this?”  

“Oh, I’m horribly against.”  

That caught everyone's attention. “Could you elaborate?”  

He leaned back, “Well, why should we learn about movies? I’m sure everyone here knows about gigaram, and high resility. You know most muggles use a defilibrator and sonic screwdriver to make movies so that the people stay perfectly in place, it’s interesting stuff.”  

Everyone looked at him, for a different reason this time.  

There was one thing purebloods loved, especially rich, noble ones, and that was to be the best.  

“But, of course, I know that everyone here probably knows much more than me, you’re all in the Wizengamot, so you have to be knowing around everything.”  

Hermione chocked back a smirk; Harry failed to.  

There was a slight mutter. Ron liked to keep his image perfectly curated as the silly, daft one, so, him being smarter than the purebloods? They’d hate that.  

Malfoy nodded at him. Git.  

He nodded back.  

“So, shall we take a vote?” Hermione asked.  

Everyone voted for it. No one having read the actual legislation that made muggle studies required for first and second years. Fuck, he loved Hermione.