So quiet
another wasted night,
the television steals the conversation
exhale,
another wasted breath,
again it goes unnoticed.

Please tell me you're just feeling tired
cause if it's more than that I feel that I might break
out of touch, out of time.
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed
cause I can't read your rolling eyes
out of touch, are we out of time?

Close lipped
another goodnight kiss
is robbed of all it's passion,
your grip
another time, is slack
it leaves me feeling empty.

I'll wait until tomorrow
maybe you'll feel better then
maybe we'll be better then
so what's another day
when I can't bear these nights of thoughts
of going on without you
this mood of yours is temporary
it seems worth the wait
to see your smile again
out of the corner of my eye
won't be the only way you're looking at me then.

Slowly the summer was coming to a close and a new school year was to begin shortly. A girl with bushy uncontrollable hair sat on the edge of her bed looking longingly out the window towards the streets below her window. She had spent most of her time down on those streets that summer playing games with the neighborhood kids who she considered her muggle friends. But soon she would be returning to the world in which she truly belonged and was some what depressed to be leaving her muggle friends once more for her finally year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Hermione, darling dinners ready." The bushy haired girl turned her head to face the doorway where her mother was patiently waiting for her with a smile which she always wore.

Hermione responded by rising from her bed and following her mother from her bedroom, down the stairs into the foyer, through the living room and into the dining room. She took the seat between her mother who sat at one end her father who sat at the other end.

"Good to see you're home for dinner." Hermione's father smiled and patted his daughter on the head.

They served the food and talked off and on until the subject of school came upon them.

"So when do you need to go to Diagon Alley?" Hermione's mother asked rolling some peas off to the side of her plate.

"Um…could we possibly go tomorrow?" Hermione asked after swallowing a piece of steak.

"Are you meeting those nice two boys down there?" Her father winked at her, "you know the one with the black hair and the red head."

"Um…actually no, I haven't spoken to them all summer. I don't know when there going down." Hermione replied looking down at her plate.

"Oh well then would you like us to join you?" Her mother now asked.

"Nah, that's okay I think I can handle it myself." Hermione replied finishing what was left on her plate and excusing herself before her parents could ask anymore questions.

Hermione made her way back up the stairs to her room. She went back to her post at the window and around eight o'clock she dozed off into a dreamless sleep.