Just a small thing I wrote. Not much. Please review though.
Disclaimer: Do I honestly look like I actually own any of this? Didn't think so hun.
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There were good days, there were bad days. That was simply fact.
On those good days, Hermione would be nothing but smiles and laughs. She would often try to convince Ron and Harry to do their homework that wasn't even due yet, to no avail of course. Sometimes she herself would forgo homework and essays for snarky Potion Masters, if she was really happy. On these happy days, Hermione would end the day with a grin and a sigh. The Gryffindor would say a small prayer thanking the Lord, and drift to sleep with visions of a new day and a new start.
On those rare bad days, Hermione would be nothing but false grins and hollow chuckles. She would halfheartedly try to convince the boys to do their homework, and sometimes succeeding when they saw the look on her face. Sometimes she would hide in the dark libraries and read books not even some professors understood, or do extra credit for snarky Potion Masters, if there were no books left. On these not so happy days, Hermione would end the day with a few tears and a sigh. The Gryffindor would say a prayer to the Lord to protect her friends, and drift to sleep wondering what would have happened- had she never been rescued from that blasted Troll.
There were good days, and there were bad days. Sometimes, she couldn't tell which was which.