Oh my stars, let’s talk about POC Hermione, yeah?
Tiny Hermione, born in a nice suburban part of town, surrounded by white people who don’t want to be friends because she is different. Hermione complaining to her parents about it because she isn’t all that different, is she? She just wants to play with them. She tells her dad they laugh at her because her hair is so big. Her dad tells her it’s because she’s so smart, the knowledge pouring from her head into her curls. Hermione holding her head high and telling the neighbours exactly that. They roll their eyes and turn away, mumbling slurs under their breath, because now that she’s standing up for herself, the fun is gone. Hermione comes home crying that. Her parents smile sadly and buy her some extra books, so she never has to feel bored and can forget that she’s lonely.
Hermione growing up, surrounded by books, whispering to herself that different doesn’t mean bad, that alone doesn’t mean lonely. She never lets anyone’s harsh words let her down, but she’s always on her own and no matter how many times she tells herself it’s alright, it never will be.
Hermione reading Mathilda, and just like any other girl reading that book, tries to move things with her eyes. Imagine her glee when it actually works, her teddy bear floating in front of her, and yes, she’s different, but she’s special, and it’s wonderful.
Hermione going to Hogwarts, finding all these people who are different, but in the same way as she is. She is filled with happiness, right up until the moment she discovers they still don’t want to be friends with her, this time because of something weird with her blood.
She’s used to it, by now, and doesn’t let anything stop her from becoming the best she can be and talk to who she wants. She reads and writes and tells anyone who wants to listen about the new things she learnt. It’s exhausting, but she tries so hard.
Hermione hearing the ginger haired boy talk about her behind her back, and it’s been a long day and she’s so tired of all her efforts failing that she runs off. Later that day the same boy and his messy haired friend come save her from a troll - it’s a new level of weird - and afterwards they suddenly are friends. It’s different than what she knows, but it’s special, and it’s brilliant.
And then later on, when she discovers about the discrimination of species in the Wizarding world, she freaks out, because she knows, has experienced it so often, what it’s like to be pushed to the side and laughed at and treated like you’re worth less than others. She’ll do all she can to stop that, in all the ways she knows how.
Honestly, Anon, POC Hermione fits so perfectly within her character, that’s why so many people are behind it. Take some time to think about why you aren’t.