A friend told me that writing drabbles could serve as a cure for my endless writer's block. This is my first try at it.
As Hermione woke up, her sleep-addled brain alarmed her that there was something amiss.
She couldn't remember what it was, she opened her eyes.
The occupant of her bed and his pale body gave her a good hint.
"Oh bugger!"
She scrambled out of bed, nearly landing on her bum when she got stuck between dishevelled sheets.
Malfoy opened his mouth, but Hermione shushed him with a wave of her hand.
Without another glance at him, she all but ran into her bathroom.
If he chose to leave, she would do a happy dance around the kitchen table.
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