Disclaimer: not mine, just playing

I sat groggily at the breakfast table. The only reason I drag my butt out of bed on a Saturday morning is to eat with Hermione. There's really nothing that happens at breakfast that can't be made up by eating more lunch. I waited. I ate. I waited. I ate more. She never showed. In all our years here, she had never missed Saturday breakfast. Except when she turned herself into a cat. Or that time she got petrified. I had a feeling that she hadn't done either of those things again. My girl's not exactly one who makes the same mistake twice.

I finally decided that waiting was a waste of time. I went back upstairs debating whether it was worth going back to sleep. I stepped through the portrait hole into the empty common room. Well, almost empty. I practically missed Ginny hunched over a book, but her reflection in the window looked so intense that I knew not to bother her.

I was crossing the room when Hermione came barreling down the stairs. She ran right past me and skidded into a chair next to my sister. I'm not sure she even saw me. I stared after her. They were both facing away from me. I saw Hermione toss a book on the table, flip through it, and point at something. I had never seen her treat a book so roughly. I stood quietly hoping to overhear a few words. A few words is all I got.

"…late …thanks for…won't tell…test…Wizards don't…get one…owl…should I…"

I couldn't even tell who said what. Now that was a waste of time. I went upstairs to see if Harry was awake. He wasn't, and he was snoring like—what's the Muggle phrase Harry said about Seamus—like a drinking snail…no… drunken sailor. I couldn't start on my homework. On a Saturday morning? What kind of reputation would I get? So I turned my attention to guessing what was so important that Hermione would alter her precious Saturday schedule. And forgo the courtesy letting me know.

Homework crisis? Hermione could never have a homework crisis that serious. I would, but I think she already has the homework done for the rest of the year, and possibly next year. And besides, frantically showing a book to Ginny wouldn't fix that.

Maybe Ginny's having a homework crisis? No. Hermione would have told me what a bad role model I am when she barreled past. She wouldn't miss that opportunity. Unless she's planning that for later.

Maybe one of them has a weird disease. Hermione loves looking up symptoms. Harry's scar is hurting? You should tell Dumbledore. I'm going to do some research in the library. Yes, she does love looking up symptoms. But Wizards don't get whatever it is they're talking about. Diseases are out.

Oh, Merlin. It's not about a boy, is it? Who do I have to keep an eye on? No one dates Ginny Weasley without being threatened by at least 3 Weasley boys. Wait. Boys don't have anything to do with tests. And no boys at Hogwarts are in any books. Except maybe Harry. But there's nothing in books that they don't already know. Glad it's not a boy. Unless that was one of those stupid Muggle self-help books with advice and relationship tests. Sounds like a bunch of crap to me. But girls do stupid…

Harry's snoring changed to his "I'm dreaming" snoring with all the snorting and moaning and thrashing. It's bloody annoying, really. I don't say anything about it if it has to do with you-know-who. But there's been no news of him this year, no scar hurting. So I chucked a pair of balled-up socks at him. Aim was a little off, and they hit him right in the face. Can't say he didn't deserve it.