A/N Hope you like the story. I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters here and am in no way profiting from this story.

Hermione Granger woke slowly and groggily, as one usually does when they feel they have been beaten twice over by a bludger. Her eyes felt gritty and her mouth had a horrendous cottony dryness that indicated she had fallen asleep without her mouth guard in. She slowly stretched her tightly curled limbs outward her fingertips brushing the mountain of books and clothes that almost always occupied the left side of her bed. There had never been much reason to move them, as she spent at least half her nights at Rons and the other half she came to her own home and flopped into bed with little to no ceremony; often even forgetting to take of her ministry robes the night before. She mused as she ran her finger tips over the different textures gathered, that it had been her flopping into her bed in wrinkled robes that had been the case more often than not recently. Gingerly she turned on her side and swung her feet over the side of the bed, her body rising parallel with the movement. She spent a lot of time staring at rug that desperately needed vacuuming before she stepped down onto it.

She shuffled to the adjoining bathroom where the switch of bright fluorescents made her aching head scream. Reaching into the cabinet behind the sink she grabbed a headache potion, tossing back her head; she downed the brew quickly before closing the cabinet door again. Suddenly she was faced with her own reflection, she was surprised to note that it had been awhile since she had truly looked at herself in the mirror, as she often just quickly glanced to make sure wild hair look some semblance of ordered. She grimaced looking at the rats nest that was her hair this morning, while her curly tresses where not regularly what one might call bushy anymore, this morning after sleeping so restlessly the night before, her hair was quite literally sticking up in every direction. Her eyes to had dark circles that she didn't think she could blame exclusively on Ron but that certainly weren't being helped. She also hadn't noticed how thin and hallowed her checks had become, she tried to remember the last meal she ate and was slightly horrified to find she could remember eating anything but some dry toast that Reyes had pushed on her the day before and the carafe of coffee that she usually nursed throughout the day.

She cast her eyes away from her reflection grabbing instead her toothbrush and toothpaste, she began to violently clean her teeth not stopping until she could see the spots of bright red blood in her spit. She quickly turned on the shower, stripping out of yet another pair of wrinkled robes she stepped beneath the hot spray, pretending as she did that she hadn't seen the stark outline of her ribs as she stepped beneath the steamy spray. She closed her eyes as she cleaned her body first while her hair became weighted down with water. When she was satisfied with the amount of moisture in her hair, she began to painstakingly clean the long tresses, shampooing only her roots then lathering her ends with conditioner magically formulated against knots and flyways. Done, she stood under the spray of the water a little longer, allowing the spray to relax the tightly knotted muscles at her neck and shoulders. With a little regret she turned the water off and grabbed her two towels from outside the bath, drawing the first around her body she began to pat her hair dry with the second when the wards at the front door chimed- she had a visitor.

A short chapter but I think we all need to know that obviously, Hermione has a lot more going on than just Ron being a asshole. As always Reviews will make be better, stronger, faster with updates etc...