Disclaimer:
Harry Potter belongs to the ingenious mind of Ms. JK Rowling. I am merely exploring her awesome characters.
Hermione woke up earlier than what was her wont. How could she not? She could hardly sleep. Even if she did manage a wink of sleep, his face haunted her in dreams. She woke up with a start. Realising that she could not go back to sleep, Hermione decided to start her day. She went to the bathroom that she shared with Parvati and Lavender and take a shower. The cold water felt oddly soothing. She looked at her image in the mirror and sighed. Hermione never considered herself a beautiful girl. However, she never thought, herself as an ugly looking person either. His words echoed in her ears and she could not stop the tears that rolled down her cheeks. Not wanting to be wallowing in self pity, she quickly finished her shower readied herself for the day.
At breakfast, Hermione was waiting for her best friends. Harry and Ron were the best things that happened to her since Hogwarts. Talking with them is just the thing she need at the moment. Knowing she has people who care for her made her feel immensely better. So lost was she in her thoughts that she did not notice her friends' coming to the great hall. Hermione told herself that she was loved and too strong a person to be affected by few meaningless words. However, Nothing, I mean nothing could have prepared Hermione for what was to come.
It was a storm.