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Chapter 3:

Alarm Clock Watching and Sexual Annoyance


Hermione's P.O.V:

I am sure that certain things in life shouldn't be so hard.

It is said that people just like to make things more difficult in the attempt of self torture. Though of course, that is a little masochistic for me… Life isn't made hard, it just comes that way.

But, I am still sure that some things should not be so hard.

One example is waking up.

Laying in the bed of my small little apartment, I breathed in a slow breath as I watched my alarm clock. 7:59 it read.

I had started the habit of waking up before my alarm went off about a month before. I wasn't sure why. Possibly because watching time made it seem to go by slower when things were already moving so fast. Yet, this didn't make the rising part of waking up any easier.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I pulled my hand out of the safety of my warm comforter and switched off the alarm. Rolling back up into a ball, I sighed again. Another habit I had begun to develop… I knew I had to get up. There were things to do. People to meet.

Secrets to keep… Secret.

Reluctantly, I rolled out of bed and walked into my bathroom. Turning on the light, I squinted by the brightness. Putting my hands on my face, I massaged my tired features then pulled them away to look at my reflection. Before me was the same girl who always looked back at me. Her hair was large and curly, let free to sit on her head the way it wanted, for it rarely did what it was ordered to do. (It almost seemed impervious to magic as well on some occasions.)

The young woman's cheekbones were high and delicate as usual, but slightly blotchy from sleep. She looked, nice. Just as she usually did. The only disruption to the 'nice' image was the circles residing underneath her pretty hazel eyes.

Watching my alarm clock in the morning had been cutting into my sleep more than I had thought. There was so much to be thinking about that sleep almost seemed to be inconvenient. Leaning into my bath room counter, I inspected my tired eyes up close. A deep breath was pulled out and released. Perhaps I needed to cut back on my clock watching time to prevent the result of an unwanted title raccoon eyes.

You know, that nice looking girl with the raccoon eyes?

That was the last thing I needed to be described as…

Looking away from my reflection, I noticed the time from the clock in my bedroom.

8:05.

I had to meet Harry and Ginny at Platform 9 ¾ in less than an hour. Gazing back into the mirror, I felt rushed or ill. No, it was something in between that.

Annoyed.

Slowly, I closed the bathroom door and then undressed myself to get into the shower. Turning on the water, I allowed it to get lukewarm before getting in. I didn't have time for hot. As the water ran down my body, I felt a little twinge of relief. At least there was something to look forward to after sleeping.

But I still had the problem of feeling annoyed.

Why had I done this again?

Why had I lied for them?

Is the self torture bit really true?

Guess it is true… I thought with a snort.

Though, whatever the reason was, I still did it (to be nice or just to be stupid, whatever the reason was, I still wasn't clear) and I still had to be there to cover up their scheme. I had wanted to say it was all for Ginny, her being my best girl friend and all, but in reality, I think it was for Harry. For what reason, once again, I wasn't sure.

Possibly the self torture thing was more true for myself than I thought for it was a common fact that when you hang around Harry Potter, you end up with trouble. Harry had a way of getting me into the worst trouble ever since we had met when we were 11. Nevertheless, no matter what trouble he submerged me into, he always got us out. Accidental or by luck, he got us out. He'll forever say it was me most of the time, but it really was him. He was just lucky I paid attention in Potions for him and Ron.

It all goes back to the trust I had in him.

I knew he would never give up on me.

So I guess I trusted him when he told me Ron wouldn't find out.

"Believe me, this would be the last thing that he would get mad at you for." he had said. A hand on each of my arms and those large attractive, convincing green eyes barring into my own. "He'd be to worried about kicking my arse before he even thought about you being involved."

True… That was very Ron.

Violence over common sense.

Still, I couldn't get myself to stop feeling one certain emotion towards him.

Annoyed.

I began to think about the events that would take place in just a small amount of time… In about an hour, we would all assemble at Platform 9 ¾ and say our goodbyes to the little Ginny Weasley. Christening her last journey to Hogwarts properly. Mrs. Weasley would cry and hold on to Ron as she waved at the last of her children going off to their last year at school. Mr. Weasley would pat her shoulder and remove her from his son in an effort to allow him to breath again.

Then, we would all wave to send off Ginny on her virgin voyage to Hogwarts without one of her siblings with her. During this cute little wave, I would try my hardest not to laugh for little did anyone but Harry and I know that the term 'virgin' was the last thing that she was now.

The first time that her and Harry did it I was informed within a matter of hours after the grand event. She told me about how beautiful it was and how great he had been to her and blah blah blah…

It was about enough to make me vomit.

Sure. It was cute. Them being in their perfect relationship and all, but it just gave me one more thing to be jealous about.

Ron and I were far from perfect. No, we were the last thing from perfect. We fought, we bickered, we rarely agreed and almost broke up over a fight about the placement of a hideous photo of his Great Aunt Tessy. Sex was not an exception for this 'not perfect' thing we were cursed with.

The first time we actually managed to make sex work, I ended up with a back eye. To top it off, it was terrible and in Ron's room at the Burrow before he had moved out to live with Harry. I almost thought the floor was going to collapse.

Miserable.

Sad.

Pathetic.

In other words, a total disaster. To make things worse, even though I wasn't sure I could, it never got much better after that so eventually I just gave up.

Ronald Weasley, even though I loved him, was just someone who wasn't good at a lot of things. Sex was definitely one of them. Ergo, hearing that Ginny had gotten everything she had wanted in a relationship and in sex life without even trying made me want to jump off the London Bridge. Every time that Ginny and him did it, I got the whole play by play. Giving me knowledge about my best friend that I shouldn't know…

Things about my best friend I shouldn't want.

Harry Potter is, for lack of a more reasonable word, perfect. It is hard to have to live with someone like that in your life. It makes you hate and want them more than anything else in the world.

He's kind. Intelligent. Talented. Funny. Modest.

And apparently great at sex.

Honestly, that wasn't much of a surprised to me. I really should have known. It was obvious.

Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked back to my mirror.

Annoyance.

I was annoyed that I was beginning to look like a raccoon.

I was annoyed that Harry and Ginny had amazing sex the night before while I watched Monty Python reruns.

I was annoyed that I couldn't make it work with Ron even though I knew I loved him.

I was annoyed that I wanted something I didn't need.

I was annoyed that I was jealous of stupid things.

I was… Sexually annoyed.

Hi, I am Hermione Granger and I am sexually annoyed. It almost felt like an AA meeting sort of emotion.

I felt the vomit feeling in the back of my throat.

It was embarrassing to think of it. Hermione Granger? Sexually frustrated? It didn't seem right. I didn't feel like, myself…

I hadn't felt like myself for the entire summer and this was just proof.

By 8:45 I had managed to apply a small amount of make up, blow dry my mane of hair and force it into some sort of hair style, pull on a 'Muggle' outfit consisting of a pair of jeans, a white v-neck shirt, black cardigan and a plaid black and white scarf that was wrapped around my neck in a messy manner, then grab my bag and my mobile. Standing in my living room, I looked around in search of something I could have forgotten other than my dignity, but I was sure that was long gone.

Giving up, I walked out of the door and down the stairs of my apartment building, reluctantly on my way to sexual annoyance hell.

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