"No, Ronald, I am not giving you my Potions essay FOR THE LAST TIME!" Hermione exploded. Trust Ron to annoy her on that very day she'd developed a bad mood.
Ron stared after Hermione as she stormed off, probably towards the library, in bewilderment.
"Women," he muttered as he turned in search of Harry, who had somehow become quite skilled in the art of potions and hoped would be more willing to help a friend than Hermione was.
Hermione was lost in a cloud of rage as her feet subconsciously carried her around the castle along their usual route to the second floor, where Hermione's home-away-from-home, the library, was situated. Her face felt hot, and she felt angry tears well up in her brown eyes. A tear escaped, barely having time to slide down her cheek before Hermione brushed it away furiously. She was infuriated with herself, really, for allowing herself to get so troubled over a petty matter such as Ron's need for her homework. It's not like it didn't happen often. She blamed it on ladies' troubles.
Upon turning that final corner, a sort of peace washed over her when she sighted the familiar books, and smelled the scent of paper that contained so much knowledge. The library was her sanctuary; it was so tranquil and quiet. Hermione could always count on it to settle her nerves in times of angst.
Hermione cringed when her step on the wooden floorboards caused a creak to break the silence of the library like a shot from a gun. Ignoring the looks of studious students, she carried on down a random aisle. She always enjoyed just plucking random books off the shelves and discovering things she never would have set out to discover. Suddenly, she stopped, and turning to her right, lifted her arm up to pull a book down that was level with her face. As she did, her heart clenched with fear as she gazed into the yellow eyes of a small, light-blue snake. The strange creature hissed at her, and Hermione could do little to prevent it strike out at her and sink its fangs into her neck. The venom acted fast, as she realised when she couldn't scream, and her hand shook uncontrollably when she tried to lift it to tear the snake away. But it was too late.
Hermione fell to the ground, and the book entitled, "Fantastic Fungi" tumbled out of her hand down the aisle.