Sleep
And So I'm reaching out for the one
And So I've learned the meaning of the sun
And All this like a message to shift my point of view
I'm watching through my own light as it turns the shade of you
Hermione ran into her bedroom. It had been exactly twelve days since Cedric had died and school had been released. She was back at home, with her parents. She had all of summer to be alone and dwell on recent events. The Tournament. Mad- Eye Moody. Voldemort.
Cedric.
She thought of him the most. They never really spoke to each other much. Hardly at all actually, mostly he just talked to Harry. There was always something about him however. Something Hermione could never quite place while she was at school. Now she knew, now that he was gone. She knew.
It was infatuation.
Silly, how fate dealt her a delayed card. Funny, she would realize her attraction to the handsome Hufflepuff weeks after his horrific death. Yes, how humorous.
She sat alone and cold on her own bed. In her own home. Her parents had noticed that she was acting differently, but when questioned, Hermione just ran off. She felt exhausted, alone and she desperately wanted to go back in time to see him again. His smile was already starting to fade. Her light brown hair already dissipating into the edges of her memory. She closed her eyes and thought long and hard, but it was no use.
She laid her tired head against her pillow, and felt her eyelids growing heavy. She didn't want to sleep, sleep brought back horrors, blinding with green lights. Her body was stronger and won over her logic. She fell asleep within minutes.