One
Hermione Granger lay sprawled out across her four-poster bed, deep in slumber. Her tiny alarm clock sat perched on a night table by her head, and as the minute hand clicked forward the incessant buzzer began to ring. Hermione sat straight up in bed, and slammed her hand down on the sleep button, and rubbed her eyes. She leaned over to switch of the clock, and slowly began getting out of bed.
She yawned wide, then took a swig of water from the cup that always lay between her alarm clock and whatever book she happened to be reading at that time. More awake now, she walked over to her armoire where her neatly stacked clothes awaited her. She slipped off her pajamas, and then stepped into her underwear, then reaching for her plaid skirt that hung just above her knees. She smiled a bit as she pulled it up, remembering why she had chosen a slightly smaller skirt.
It was in her last term, her fourth year. She had been with Ron at one of Harry's Quidditch practices when she had noticed for the first time just how alluring Harry could be. Those sweet green eyes of his, that wonderfully soft black hair.she shuddered happily, adjusting her now shorter-than-last-year's skirt. Parvati Patil had been the one to help her all year; and Lavender Brown as well. Even for the Yule Ball, when she had gone with Krum. All she wanted to do was to go with Harry. But she had been much too bashful to do such a thing.
Of course she had slight feelings for Krum, she had gone on holiday this summer to see him, hadn't she? But they had talked it out.Hermione wanted Harry. Krum wanted Fleur. They had both taken the other so they would attract someone else. Wow, that holiday had ended quickly.
So here she was at 5:30 in the morning, looking only slightly different than she had looked going into Hogwarts last term. She sighed, pulling on a white shirt and sweater then slipping on her shoes and running out of her room and downstairs. Her Mum sat at the kitchen table, a large cup of coffee in one hand and the car keys in the other.
"Hey Herm," she said sleepily, standing.
"Morning, Mum," Hermione said, giving her a peck on the cheek.
"Dad's got all your luggage in the car, luv."
Hermione reached into a large basket on the table filled with fruit. She selected a large red apple and slipped it into her pocket, then started for the door where her purse was hanging from the doorknob, stuffed to the brim with books.
"Oh, good. I hope I didn't sleep in too late."
Her Mum yawned, and shook her head. "No, s'alright. We just got up ourselves. Dads waiting in the car.c'mon, let's go. We both need to be at the office after we drop you off." Hermione slung her purse over her shoulder and opened the door to step outside into the brisk autumn air.
Hermione Granger lay sprawled out across her four-poster bed, deep in slumber. Her tiny alarm clock sat perched on a night table by her head, and as the minute hand clicked forward the incessant buzzer began to ring. Hermione sat straight up in bed, and slammed her hand down on the sleep button, and rubbed her eyes. She leaned over to switch of the clock, and slowly began getting out of bed.
She yawned wide, then took a swig of water from the cup that always lay between her alarm clock and whatever book she happened to be reading at that time. More awake now, she walked over to her armoire where her neatly stacked clothes awaited her. She slipped off her pajamas, and then stepped into her underwear, then reaching for her plaid skirt that hung just above her knees. She smiled a bit as she pulled it up, remembering why she had chosen a slightly smaller skirt.
It was in her last term, her fourth year. She had been with Ron at one of Harry's Quidditch practices when she had noticed for the first time just how alluring Harry could be. Those sweet green eyes of his, that wonderfully soft black hair.she shuddered happily, adjusting her now shorter-than-last-year's skirt. Parvati Patil had been the one to help her all year; and Lavender Brown as well. Even for the Yule Ball, when she had gone with Krum. All she wanted to do was to go with Harry. But she had been much too bashful to do such a thing.
Of course she had slight feelings for Krum, she had gone on holiday this summer to see him, hadn't she? But they had talked it out.Hermione wanted Harry. Krum wanted Fleur. They had both taken the other so they would attract someone else. Wow, that holiday had ended quickly.
So here she was at 5:30 in the morning, looking only slightly different than she had looked going into Hogwarts last term. She sighed, pulling on a white shirt and sweater then slipping on her shoes and running out of her room and downstairs. Her Mum sat at the kitchen table, a large cup of coffee in one hand and the car keys in the other.
"Hey Herm," she said sleepily, standing.
"Morning, Mum," Hermione said, giving her a peck on the cheek.
"Dad's got all your luggage in the car, luv."
Hermione reached into a large basket on the table filled with fruit. She selected a large red apple and slipped it into her pocket, then started for the door where her purse was hanging from the doorknob, stuffed to the brim with books.
"Oh, good. I hope I didn't sleep in too late."
Her Mum yawned, and shook her head. "No, s'alright. We just got up ourselves. Dads waiting in the car.c'mon, let's go. We both need to be at the office after we drop you off." Hermione slung her purse over her shoulder and opened the door to step outside into the brisk autumn air.