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4 October 1991
“Your parents are muggles, right?” a third-year Ravenclaw asked her.
“They are,” she said cautiously, but trying to sound proud. She was proud of her muggle heritage and of her hardworking and loving parents, but Purebloods could be mean.
“What do they do? For a living, I mean.”
“My father is a dentist and owns his own practice. My mother is an orthodontist, she’s recently focused on a newer technology that corrects in a more hidden way.”
“So a dentist and an orthodontist, okay I’ll write those down,” they said before leaving the library.
“What was that all about?” she asked herself quietly.
“There was a project in Muggle Studies. Everyone had to write down five professions in the muggle world,” a Hufflepuff explained to her gently.
“Oh.”
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2 July 1994
“I don’t believe you have told us what your parents do for a living, Hermione,” Mrs. Weasley asked.
“Yes, what is it they do?” Mr. Weasley asked enthusiastically.
“My father is a dentist, he actually owns his own dental practice. My mum is an orthodontist, she works with braces. Sometimes she researches new methods and sometimes she works with part of my dad’s practice.”
“A dentist, you say? Would you mind explaining that?” Mr. Weasley asked.
“Not at all, he performs treatments and surgeries on teeth. Orthodontists do corrective work on the teeth.”
“Surgery?”
“A practice I suppose you don’t have in the magical world. Have you heard of operations?”
“I’m afraid I haven’t, sorry Hermione. It sounds interesting, though.”
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5 September 1995
“Miss Granger, I don’t believe I have heard of that name before. Could you perhaps remind me?”
“Granger is a muggle name, my parents are muggles.”
“Both of them?”
“Yes.”
“How tragic. It must be so terrible seeing all of the potential magic has, but not be able to perform it yourself,” Umbridge responded with faux sincerity.
“I believe my parents are happy, they don’t need your sympathy.”
“Oh, my dear, I was referring to you. I mean, whatever trace amounts of magic you somehow acquired must frustrate you. You are allowed into this school to witness things you can never perform.”
“That hasn’t been an issue.”
“And what is it your muggle parents do, anyway?” dripping with disdain.
“My father is a dentist. My mother is an orthodontist.”
“Look, she’s aking up words to make herself seem impressive.”
“Dentists are a real profession, they care for the teeth.”
“Yes, I’d forgotten that muggles create entire jobs for what a simple charm can accomplish.”
“They are like healers,” Hermione continued because she had to defend her parents. She was a Gryffindor and would defend her parents as best as she could no matter the consequences.
“Attacking the reputable Healing profession with muggle practices. Who do you think you are? You have no understanding of the wizarding world. I think I’ll inform you in detention later tonight.”
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1996
“What exactly does your family do in the muggle world?”
“My parents are dentists. They tend to people’s teeth.”
“Ah. Is that considered a dangerous profession?”
“Not at all. Many procedures actually use anesthesia, so the patient doesn’t feel the pain they would experience.”
“I meant for your parents.”
“Oh. No, though my dad did have someone bite him once. Hehe,” she laughed awkwardly.
“I see.”
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“What is it that your parents do, Hermione?”
She sighed, it seemed that however many times she tried to explain it, wizards would never understand what dentists were.
“They are Healers that concentrate on teeth,” she replied. And it wasn’t a lie, it was a true statement. She just wished that she didn’t have to be so vague, that wasn’t who she was.