Summary
She felt stabby. She didn't care for the boy who told her that "stabby" wasn't a feeling. He was the first person she wanted to stab. First Ron, then the rest of mankind. Not womankind; Mother Nature already stabs them monthly. Just men. Men deserve to be stabbed. "Here you go, Hermione—chocolate." Okay...Women and Fred were safe. Everyone else wasn't. Especially Ron.