A/N: Chapter four and another one-shot. It's short, but it's my way of wishing good luck for those of you who are in finals week or have them coming up! So, in this chapter there is a little mention of interaction between Hope and Eponine. I have it already written, but since this one-shorts are mostly based in Enjolras and Hope friendship, I don't know if I will be posting it... But if you guys want to read it, it will be up by tomorrow night! And... I guess that's all I have to say. Thanks for everyone who followed and favorited, and a special thanks for my first reviewer, MissShadowScar! And I hope you guys enjoy reading this chapter. Oh, and please, drop a review maybe? :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Les Misérables.

#4 - Finals and Blankets
[May, 1829]

"Dear God!" Hope exclaimed, as she saw the state of her best friend. "You look awful."

Enjolras looked up at her for a moment and only nodded, mumbling a few words that almost didn't make sense. Normally, he would roll his eyes and reply to that remark, but he felt too tired to do that.

With his finals at the university coming up, the young revolutionary was feeling completely overwhelmed with all his responsabilities. Between essays to write, books to read, things to study, and meetings of the ABC society to lead, he had come to an understanding that 24 hours a day were not enough. For the past week, in order to get everything done, he had skipped his meals and spent his nights awake. His level of stress had never been higher but he felt too tired to complain.

"You should take a break." Hope suggested, raising an eyebrow. "Honestly, when was the last time you got some sleep?"

"I don't have time to sleep." He answered, turning his attention back to his books.

"Are you at least eating something?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"Uh..." Enjolras frowned. When was the last time he ate something? A day ago? Two days ago? "I don't know. I don't have time to eat, Hope. I have work to do."

"Honestly, you are just like a little child." She hissed, before making her way to the back of the bookshop.

Enjolras sighed, turning his attention back to his books. He felt his stomach growling in pain, but decided to ignore that. He had to finish those books in order to write his essays, and he had to write his essays in order to get a good grading. And he had to get good grades in order to stay at the university. There was no such thing as taking a break. He could take a damn break when there wasn't any work left for him to do.

He felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier as the minutes passed, but tried to stay focused on the book, with very little success. "Maybe it won't hurt if I close my eyes for five minutes", he thought to himself. "Maybe it will do some good."

And when Hope came back from the backroom, a pile of books for children on her hands, she noticed that the young revolutionary had fell asleep on the table.

"Stubborn prat." She muttered to herself, shaking her head.

Placing the books on top of the counter, Hope proceeded to make her way back to the backroom. Looking around for a while, she found a piece of blanket carefully folded next to the table.

It belonged to Eponine. From the time when Hope had found her lying on the streets during the night with only that blanket to protect her from the cold. Feeling incredibly sorry and desperate to help - after all, the red-haired girl would do anything for the gamine -, Hope had let Eponine inside the bookshop, and both girls slept in the backroom floor. Of course, she got in trouble with her uncle and aunt for it, but seeing Eponine smile was worth it.

Smiling at the memory, Hope grabbed the small blanket and made her way to the backroom. She knew how much the young man needed to rest and she doubted he could do so in such a cold weather. Especially with the windows open, allowing the cold wind to get inside the shop. And she was sure that Eponine would not mind.

Upon arriving back into the shop, she noticed that there were a few costumers looking at the shelves. Smiling politely at them, Hope carefully placed the blanket around Enjolras' shoulders and moved some of the books to the other side of the table, so he could have more space to move in case he needed to do so.

"Good night to you, sleepy-head." She commented, before turning around and making her way to the costumers.