A/N: Quick fic, post-book depression, written on the spur of the moment, didn't even send to my beta-reader. Thoughts are in ()s. R/R please!
Disclaimer: Hermione belongs to J.K. Rowling. Her parents' characters belong to moi.
(Can't sleep.) Eleven year old Hermione Granger set her neon blue alarm clock back onto her nightstand. She sighed, annoyed. The third night in a row that she had been up past midnight. Her parents had been asleep for hours, they usually went to bed early on weekdays.
(May aas well try counting sheep.) She yawned. (One.) Hermione imagined a sheep jumping over a fence, smiling, into a green pasture. (Two. Three. Four. Five. Six, seven, eight. Nine. Te-!)
"Bah."
Hermione sat up straight. Did she hear a sheep?
(Must be my over-tired imagination. Ten. Eleven.)
Something pushed against the closed door.
"What in the-" Hermione got out of bed and opened the door.
Her mouth dropped open as she looked out in the hallway. Everything seemed normal, her parents' door was there, the stairs-
Everything except for the eleven smiling, baahing sheep in a green pasture.
(Uh-oh.)
The door to her parents' room opened.
"Am I dreaming?" asked Amy Granger, Hermione's mom.
"If you are then we're both having the same dream." Hermione's dad, John Granger, said.
"Uh...yeah...You're both dreaming. If you go back in your room, there will be...uh...cows. So go in there, ignore the cows, and go back to sleep." (One cow. Two. Three.)
"Moo." "Moo." "Moo."
Three cows appeared in the Granger's bedroom. Her parents walked in to the room and closed the door.
Hermione sat down and thought. If she could ace the math final for 13 year olds, couldn't she get rid of 11 sheep and three cows.
One hour later...
Obviously not. Exhausted, Hermione sat down. (Maybe if I-) She stared at the fence in the pasture. (This just might work.)
"Negative one sheep, negative two sheep...," she chanted. Finally she was able to go to bed, where she fell asleep quickly.
The next morning an owl landed on the tsale during breakfast...
Disclaimer: Hermione belongs to J.K. Rowling. Her parents' characters belong to moi.
(Can't sleep.) Eleven year old Hermione Granger set her neon blue alarm clock back onto her nightstand. She sighed, annoyed. The third night in a row that she had been up past midnight. Her parents had been asleep for hours, they usually went to bed early on weekdays.
(May aas well try counting sheep.) She yawned. (One.) Hermione imagined a sheep jumping over a fence, smiling, into a green pasture. (Two. Three. Four. Five. Six, seven, eight. Nine. Te-!)
"Bah."
Hermione sat up straight. Did she hear a sheep?
(Must be my over-tired imagination. Ten. Eleven.)
Something pushed against the closed door.
"What in the-" Hermione got out of bed and opened the door.
Her mouth dropped open as she looked out in the hallway. Everything seemed normal, her parents' door was there, the stairs-
Everything except for the eleven smiling, baahing sheep in a green pasture.
(Uh-oh.)
The door to her parents' room opened.
"Am I dreaming?" asked Amy Granger, Hermione's mom.
"If you are then we're both having the same dream." Hermione's dad, John Granger, said.
"Uh...yeah...You're both dreaming. If you go back in your room, there will be...uh...cows. So go in there, ignore the cows, and go back to sleep." (One cow. Two. Three.)
"Moo." "Moo." "Moo."
Three cows appeared in the Granger's bedroom. Her parents walked in to the room and closed the door.
Hermione sat down and thought. If she could ace the math final for 13 year olds, couldn't she get rid of 11 sheep and three cows.
One hour later...
Obviously not. Exhausted, Hermione sat down. (Maybe if I-) She stared at the fence in the pasture. (This just might work.)
"Negative one sheep, negative two sheep...," she chanted. Finally she was able to go to bed, where she fell asleep quickly.
The next morning an owl landed on the tsale during breakfast...