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Hermione was tossing and turning in bed. Her body felt tired, and so were her eyes, but her brain was refusing to shut down. It was now 5 AM and the sun would be rising soon. Hermione gave up. There was no way she'd be able to get sleep now.
She got out of her four-poster and went to the window. She pulled aside the curtains and opened it. Hermione stayed standing by the window, taking in the beautiful sight of the sunrise and breathing the fresh air. Once the sun was out she decided to take a shower.
She grabbed her towel and left her room. The curtains were still drawn in the common room, making it dark. Hermione looked at the door that said Head Boy, wondering what Harry was doing. She opened the middle door and saw that it was indeed, as she had expected, the bathroom. It was quite spacious.
There was a huge round tub in the middle, just like the one in the prefect's bathroom; there were two showers on either sides of the wall, the one at the left had a bluish tint to it and the one at the right had a pinkish hue; there was a sink outside each of two doors located at the far side of the wall which led to their toilets.
Hermione stepped into the pink shower and turned on the water. She made the water nice and warm and just stood under it for a while. Then she washed her hair and lathered her body.
After she was done, she dried off then went back to her room and got dressed. There was still plenty of time before anyone would start going to the Great Hall for breakfast so she just lied down on her bed for a while. She thought about the dream she'd had last night. It had been really strange, and a little disturbing. But at least it was just a dream, nothing I should worry about. Hermione went to her schoolbag and took out a book. She decided to read to help pass the time.
By the time she'd finished the one thousand and fifty pages of her book, it was time for breakfast. Hermione went into the common room and saw that Harry's door stood slightly ajar. She went closer and saw through the opening that he was getting his school books ready.
When he was all set, he came out of his room and said, "Good morning."
"Good morning." Hermione replied.
"You ready to go to breakfast?" he asked.
He's pretending like last night never happened. "Yeah, I'm ready." she said.
They went to the Great Hall and saw Ron already sitting at the Gryffindor table. Hermione and Harry went to join him.
"Morning. Did you guys miss me?" Ron joked.
"Yes we did." Hermione said.
"How's it like being prefects?" asked Ron.
"It feels the same." said Harry. "How's it like being Quidditch captain?"
"Feels pretty good." Ron said smiling.
They all ate some delicious eggs, bacon and sausages then went to their first class, which was Herbology. The lesson wasn't too eventful. They just had to get into groups and tend to a strange looking plant that neither of them had ever seen before.
Next was History of Magic. And for the first time, Hermione didn't take notes of Professor Binns' lecture. She was thinking about Ron. She had been so close to telling him how she feels about him last night. Hermione looked at him. He was scribbling something on a piece of parchment, and had she not known better, she would've thought that he was taking notes. But she highly doubted that that was what he was doing.
Ron suddenly put down his quill and handed her the parchment. Hermione, a little surprised, took it and read it. It said: I can't believe my eyes! Hermione not taking notes? I thought I'd never live to see this day. You're one of us now.
Hermione dipped her quill in ink and wrote a reply: I'm not taking notes because I already know everything that Binns is talking about today.
She handed it back to Ron. He wrote something else then gave it back to her. This time it said: I saw you looking at me. You think I'm cute, don't you?
Hermione blushed. Since when did Ron become so cocky? She lowered her head to hide her rosy complexion. Just then the bell rang. Everyone started to leave the classroom. Ron looked at Hermione.
"What?" she said.
"Nothing," Ron shrugged. "I just like the way you blush."
At those words, Hermione blushed again, even darker than the first time.
"Come on guys." said Harry ushering them out of the classroom. Hermione noticed that he seemed a little rigid.
At lunch Harry mumbled something that Ron and Hermione didn't quite get and then left to go sit with Dean and Seamus.
Hermione looked at Ron, "Did you hear what he said?"
"No, I couldn't understand." Ron said. "Why wouldn't he want to sit with us?"
Hermione sat down. "Um...I don't know." She said quietly and then started filling her plate with food.
Ron sat down next to her and did the same.
Harry did a pretty good job of avoiding them the rest of the day. He didn't really seem mad at them but a few times Hermione would catch his eye in class and she noticed that he looked a little preoccupied, as if his mind was in space or something.
At the end of the day, after Hermione finished all of her Head Girl duties, she went to her room. She was tired and wanted to get some sleep. She hadn't slept well last night. Hermione muttered the password to the statue and entered the common room.
As she was opening the door to her room she glanced at Harry's door. It was closed and she couldn't hear any noise coming from inside so she didn't know if he was in there or not. Hermione went into her room and changed for bed.
She felt so tired; she crawled into bed and fell asleep almost instantly.
Hermione was lying in bed with her eyes closed. But a sound that came from the doorway caused her to open them. She saw the silhouetted form of Harry.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked, sitting up in bed.
Harry walked a little closer. "I couldn't sleep." He said in a voice that was unlike his usual one.
"Oh..." Hermione tried to find something else to say but couldn't. The only thing she wanted to say was, "Why are you here?"
"I thought maybe we could talk." Harry was slowly getting closer.
"About what?" Hermione asked, and then wished she hadn't.
Harry lunged forward so quickly, that he looked like a blur, and grabbed her arms, effectively holding her still. He put his face close to Hermione's and said, "Why don't you love me? You have to love me. That's how it should be..." he said all that with a harsh voice then added in a softer tone. "Do you love me?"
Hermione didn't know what to say. She pushed Harry away from her and tried to get off the bed so she could run, but all she did was fall to the floor.
Hermione woke up sweating and breathing hard. She also had a pain in her left arm. When she moved her arm to survey it she realized that she was on the floor.
Hermione stood up, slightly shaking, and sat down on her bed. She looked at the clock on her night table. It said 4:00 AM. Oh no, not again, she thought, these dreams are depriving me of sleep.
She lied down again in bed and tried to fall asleep. She even counted sheep, but it was futile. What did I do to not deserve sleep?
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