I know that this is an overused idea, especially in light of Deathly Hallows, but I wanted to take a try at writing character lists of my own. This story will cover all of the female characters that I decide to do and if I get enough positive feedback on this when I am done with it, I will start one for the male characters as well.

Hermione (Granger) Weasley

When she was younger, she used to loath school. She never fit in and thus wasn't able to do well. When she got her acceptance letter to Hogwarts, she was anxious to start over and try harder.

...and thus, Gryffindor's own closet Ravenclaw was born.

Her first time ever performing magic was when she was three. She made a toy cat. It was an ugly-looking thing, large and furry with a squashed face.

She fell in love with it though, and dragged it everywhere with her, despite her parents bafflement as to where the strange toy had come from.

Years later when she sees Crookshanks in Diagon Alley for the first time, she falls in love all over again.

When she was really small, she used to have straight hair. She got so angry one day when she was about seven at a neighborhood girl that was teasing her, that when she curled her hands into fists, her hair started to curl as well.

The girl unsurprisingly had never bothered her again after seeing that.

To this day, she still isn't sure how to change her hair back.

When she first met Ron on the school train, she had thought that he was the most goofy, immature kid she had ever met.

Years later, her opinion of him was no different. He was just as immature and goofy as ever.

Except unlike her haughty, eleven-year-old self, she no longer minds.

When Hermione was fourteen, Harry and Ron somehow persuaded her to get drunk to celebrate the end of the year.

She fell asleep on the floor and woke up to a red-haired boy peering down at her. Without thinking, she leaned up and kissed him, her hazy mind assuming him to be Ron.

...it wasn't.

Percy wasn't able to look at her the summer that she stayed with his family for the Quidditch Cup, but she occasionally heard him mumbling about alcoholics whenever she was within earshot.

She didn't touch alcohol again for years.

Her favorite season was autumn because when it was so early in the school year, things always seemed to be starting off well.

Too bad they never stayed that way.

She had gone to the Yule Ball with Victor in her fourth year to make Ron jealous. She had purposefully fixed up her hair and bought the nicest robes that she could find.

Late that night, even as she sat in her dormitory fuming about how rude he had been to Victor, she couldn't help but feel a bit triumphant that her plan had worked.

All throughout her years at Hogwarts, Hermione was aware that Neville Longbottom liked her. She never said anything though, not wanting to embarrass him if she could help it.

After she got back from Christmas break in fifth year, she pulled Neville aside and gave him his first kiss. The mixed look of embarrassment and pleasure that had been on his face almost replaced the haunted one she had seen in his eyes at St. Mungo's from her memory.

...almost.

Despite being the proud Gryffindor that she was, she had a very intense dislike for the color red. Her favorite color was by far green.

She was also rather partial to silver.

Hermione spent most of her sixth year either brooding over Ron or trying to convince Harry to get rid of the Prince's book.

But she still saw Ginny's frequent trips out of the common room at night and her dejected look whenever she returned to it awhile later.

She never commented on it, though she breathed a huge sigh of relief when Harry kissed Ginny after Gryffindor won the Quidditch cup. She felt that Ginny would do well to stick with the Gryffindor's and leave the Slytherin's alone for once.

She did eventually.

When she was much younger, she used to believe that Harry would end up with Cho.

Now, when she sees him and Ginny laughing together, she realizes how happy she is to for once be wrong.

When Bellatrix is torturing her, she feels weak for crying out and pleading but she can't help it. The only thing that keeps running through her mind is the state of the Longbottoms and how desperately she does not want the same fate as them if she can help it.

Hermione and Ron both had wanted to name their son Fred when he was born, but hadn't done so because Angelina was supposed to have a son soon and they thought that she and George had the right to name him Fred.

So they named their son Hugo instead. According to Ron, Fred had wanted to name his son Hugo if he ever had one, just to see the look of shock and horror on his mothers face.

...and he wasn't wrong in imagining her reaction. She still had trouble calling her grandson Hugo and refers to him as dear instead.

Hugo never seemed to mind.

As an adult, Hermione grew closer to Luna than she ever had in school. Which is why she named her godmother of her only daughter.

She had named her daughter Rose after her grandmother, who used to read to her stories about magic before bed whenever she came to visit.

When Hermione was in school, everyone used to think that she would eventually end up marrying Harry. Even her parents thought so when she told them all about him. She could never look at him that way though. In her mind, he would always be the brother she never had.

Besides, she could never see him or any other man the same way she saw Ron, nor did she care to.

A/N: What did you think? Ginny's coming up next. I can't promise anything but I update much more frequently when I receive a large number of encouraging reviews. Hint. Hint.