Disclaimer: Only the plot is mine. Everything you recognize belongs to one J.K. Rowling.
I let myself plop down in my favorite chair. What a week! The noises around me were drowned out by my own pounding headache. This week had been among the worst in my Hogwarts experience. Okay, so maybe that was an exaggeration. I've had plenty more hellish experiences fighting along side "The Chosen One" Harry Potter. I didn't really see him in that light. He was just Harry to me. One of my two best friends. Ron Weasley, the other idiot that decided to fight along with Harry no matter what, was my other best friend. Currently, the two of them were sitting at the table in front of the fire in the Gryffindor Common Room, trying to figure out their Charms homework. It really was a funny sight. The two of them could face Voldemort, a Basilisk, giant spiders (though Harry had more courage in that position), and everything else we've come up against in our adventures, but they could not figure out their homework.
"Hermione, will you please, please, please come help us?" Ron whined to me.
I sighed. Sure, Ron. I've had a very tiring week with my own homework and my own problems, but let me get up from the only relaxing time I've had to help you with yours!
But instead, I just said, "Yes."
I slowly got up and trudged over to where they were sitting. Harry scooted over allowing me to sit in the middle of them and looked at me with a weary and apologetic smile. I gave him a small smile in return to let him know it was okay.
"Okay, Ron. What is it you need help with?"
"Well, I just don't get the reason for that coloring spell," Ron complained.
"It was created back in the old days when pictures were taken in black and white. A wizard named Regiches Nosade hated that. He thought that the color was what made the photo what is was. So he created a new spell – Colourious Negorian. The spell was meant to color anything. Or even change the color of something if you wished," I said, letting the history of the spell take over me. It wasn't a really common spell anymore, or really important for that matter, but some witched and wizards still used it every now and again.
"Can you repeat that last half of it?" Harry asked and I rolled my eyes. This was going to take a while.
Two hours later, I was still trying to show them the proper wand motion for Enicida, a spell that allowed the user to clean whatever area the wand was pointed at. That is, until Harry's stomach growled.
He blushed red and said, "Looks like it's time for a break. Who's up for dinner?"
"I could really use some food," Ron said.
I rolled my eyes and said in a light tone, "Ron, you could always really use some food." We all laughed as we climbed out of the portrait hole.
We were halfway to the Great Hall and laughing at Harry imitating Ron eating, pretending to shove food into his mouth and attempt to speak at the same time, when we heard our names being called from behind us.
"Harry, Hermione, Ron! Wait up!" We turned to see Ginny running up to us, with Neville panting right behind her.
"Are you okay, Ginny?" I laughed as she came to a stop in front of us breathing hard, hands on her knees. She glared at me for a moment and then chuckled along, too.
"Yes, I'm fine. I've been looking all over for you guys."
"Yeah, we wanted to show you before dinner," Neville said, in the same position Ginny was, "but since we're already here…." He trailed off waving his hand, gesturing for us to go in.
"Neville, are you sure you're okay?" Ron asked.
Neville flushed red and said, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just not used to running is all."
"Well, okay then. Let's go." Ron said with an eager look on his face as he hurried to the table, Harry right behind him.
Ginny and I looked at each other and chuckled. "Boys," we said as we followed Neville over to the Gryffindor table.
As we sat down Ron asked, "So what did you want to show us, Gin?" But because his mouth was full it sounded more like, "So wad oo won oo owus, yin?"
"Mate, chew first," Harry said, looking disgusted.
My gaze turned to Ginny because I was curious, too, and she rolled her eyes before answering, "You'll just have to wait."
I looked down slightly disappointed, but I knew she would show me later, so I just shrugged my shoulders, and turned back to my meal.
Whatever it was, it could wait.