Her eyes felt so dry and itchy, they bore the look of sleepless nights. Which is perfectly true, she lacked sleep for the past few days, all the result of procrastinating doing her homework.

She felt so…crappy lately. Her body's tired. Because she's weak, she became quiet and still. When people bugged her to talk, she snapped, which results in her feeling guilty. And weak. Again. Which makes her fall into silence. Again. It's a cycle, you see.

But it's alright now. Her work's finally finished. YES. Sleep.

Just as she started to nod off in History of Magic, the Professor ended the class. Ah, she could hear her bed calling her now. They've been in a rocky relationship these past few days, her bed and her.

But Lily has a feeling that they'll make up quite soon. Perhaps, if she's lucky, for 12 straight hours. Okay, that sounds…wrong. She started to laugh for the first time in days.

"Great. Not only has she turned mute, she's losing her mind now. Look at her, Emily, she's laughing by herself. Merlin, get her a bed, fast!" said Irene. Irene is a short, chubby girl with black, straight hair. She was also Lily's closest friend.

"Oh shut up both of you. This mute's gonna go hibernate in a while. Shush, leave mommy alone now," replied Lily with a smile.

Oh, Irene makes her so…Merlin's stinking soggy sock! She stumbled and hit the person in front of her. Of course. Perfect. Only she could manage to forget how to walk properly on the flat floor of the hallway. But then again, she was never known for her grace.

"Sorry, sorry," she mumbled to the person she hit while giving a glare to Emily and Irene who both were drawing more attention to her clumsiness with their laughter.

She picked up a quill she dropped and started to walk briskly to the Gryffindor common room, leaving her still laughing so-called friends.

They'll pay, soon. If I wasn't so tired, I would've whacked them on the heads. No, if I had the strength, I would whack them on the heads with my History of Magic book. If Irene annoys me one more time, maybe I'll casually mention to Sirius about the time she said he had a cute bum. Oh, he would make her life a living hell with that one.

"Devil's snare," she muttered in the middle of planning her evil plans. The Fat Lady swung her door. Aaaaah, home. After a long day listening and waving her wand, nothing made her happier than the sight of the homey Gryffindor common room. Well, nothing except her bed.

As she put her books to one side and started to get ready for reconciliation with her beautiful, sweet, soft, welcoming bed, she remembered that she had that awful Transfiguration test tomorrow.

Aaah, well. It could wait. After all, you couldn't be great at all subjects.

"You couldn't be great at all subjects! I'll try to practice that spell later, I reckon even Harry hasn't studied for McGonagall's class tomorrow. You'll pro'ly be the only one who can do the spell. As usual. And I have that essay that slimy Snape told us to do," Ron said to the bushy haired girl.

She was worried. These boys haven't even studied and they can joke around. Whereas she had started to panic. She only tried the spell for Transfiguration out for 3 times. All three were successful, of course, but that's hardly the point. What if she suddenly couldn't do it tomorrow?

And with that Ancient Runes work to do tonight! Well, it has to be submitted next week, but if she doesn't get a head start on it, she wouldn't be able to check for mistakes before sending it in.

"Oh Ron, you have got to get yourself organised. It only takes planning and time management. See, if you finish your Potions before dinner, I think you'd have enough time to learn Transfiguration," she replied with a concerned look on her face.

"I would start the essay, but how am I supposed to know how not to use dragon blood? I've never touched that stuff have I? There's nothing in the book either.." he stopped talking when Hermione handed him her neatly written essay, finished long before anyone else did.

"Thanks Hermione. I don't know what I would do without you," he said with a smile.

She responded to his smile with a smile of her own.

"Maybe if you're done, I could check your essay for you. Then we could practice the spell together."

From the corner of her eye, she could see Harry smiling with a knowing look on his face. Seeing her glance at him, he hid his face behind the Daily Prophet.

Oh well. Ancient Runes could wait.

Well, this is my first try. Hope you enjoy it! Feedback's welcome, both good and bad. Thanks for your time :)