A/N: So this is my first fic ever, I appreciate your reviews and ratings ^^. The name of the fic is based on a song, I Need Some Sleep, by the Eels.

Hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, its characters or trademarks,nor the song or the group. Thought I should let you know...

Pauline's POV

The Burrow was fully crowded with a lot of teenagers, cozy gossiping and excited screams everywhere. "It must be hard to deal with a ton of Weasleys, let alone raise them," I thought with a smirk on my face. I heard the muffled sound of the house and for a bitter moment, pain pierced my chest. True, they were like my own family now, the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione, but I couldn't help feeling left out sometimes. I guessed this is how Harry feels, but thank God I don't have the burden of saving the world on my shoulders. I looked through the window of the two bed-sized room I shared with Hermione, and let my eyes wander through the cloudless afternoon. Gnomes were working their way out of the twins' gaze, Mrs. Weasley was feeding the chickens, and Harry, Ron and Ginny were playing Quidditch over the yard. I moved lazily in my chair and looked from right to left, but never caught a glimpse of a brown, bushy hair. As I started thinking about possible locations for Hermione, I looked down and realized I was in fact in the highest room of the house. I wondered, what if…? Then I heard footsteps on the staircase and the door opening; I didn't turn my heard, expecting whoever it was to speak first.

"Hey, I thought you weren't in the house at all," a voice came over. A bit startled, I turned around and found Hermione's piercing brown eyes straight into mine.

"Yeah… well, here I am". That was a wonderful way of showing yourself off, Pauline, what a remarkable answer! Seriously, how could I ever manage to seem just a bit brained if I always stumble over those eyes?

Hermione doubted for a second, and then started walking towards me. "Why aren't you on the yard?" she asked.

"I guess… I wanted to rest."

"Paulie…" Hermione stepped a bit closer, as if to say something to me, but suddenly turned to her trunk. "We need to get our stuff packed up for tomorrow, right? We'd better start now."

Sometimes I tend to be paranoid, but I was almost sure I saw something weird in Hermione's eyes, on her tone. Almost. I smiled and changed the tone of my voice at once; I didn't want her to feel there was anything wrong.

"Yeah, sure."

Hermione's POV

I thought it was quite a nice afternoon, no clouds, just a blue sky and the sun falling over to lead the night on. Days like this were the ones perfect for reading, but not today, don't know why, though.

"Hermione! C'mon, leave that old, dusty book and play!" Ron called me from his broomstick. I frowned and stared seriously at him. I could have been in a good mood but that wasn't enough to get me on a bloody broomstick. I hadn't flown since first year and I was pretty sure it wasn't going to change any time soon. They continued playing and I watched their moves, but then I noticed that something was missing. In fact, it was a someone, and it seemed weird for me that Pauline wasn't already flying over us, zooming in and out of the backyard. She loved to fly, and she was also thirsty for knowledge, just like me, although I always found her reading something different from the lessons, or looking out to the school's grounds at class, and still she managed to get full grades.

She had also an incredible ability to disappear in any moment, and now it was one of those. Ron and Harry had gotten used to her continuing disappearances; Ginny always says she's just that way, but for me, sometimes those absences seemed more than a teen mood. I got tired of the hard, hot ground beneath me and decided it was time to start packing. Tomorrow we'd be heading to the final of the Quidditch Tournament, since Ron's dad had managed to get entrances for us all at the very last moment. I grabbed my book, walked towards the kitchen and climbed up the staircase. When I opened the door of my room, I found Pauline leaning over the window, apparently searching for something. It was almost twilight and somehow the sun shined over her, turning her figure in a world of light and shadows, a world full of contrast, just like her.

I tried to talk to her, but her answer seemed a bit cold, distant and it hurt me. I was just trying to have a nice conversation with her, what was wrong with that? I wanted to start packing, so I asked her if we should start and she smiled, finally. I turned around and smiled softly to my trunk.