Disclaimer: Again I can't find a song to go with this chapter. So instead I'm putting a poem I wrote in here.
After lunch Hermione
decided to go to the Gryffindor common room. But since she wasn't
talking to Harry and Ron she talked with Ginny.
"What
did they do now?" Ginny asked.
"Ron's
just being a baby. And Harry's standing up for Ron instead of me."
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Oh.
So nothing new?" Ginny grinned.
Hermione
laughed at that comment.
"You
know what Gin?" Hermione asked standing up
suddenly.
"What?"
Ginny asked watching me.
"I'm
going to go to the library. See if they have anything new. Sorry."
Hermione left the common room just as Harry and Ron where walking
in.
The only thing
that kept Hermione entertained in the library while looking through
the books is her humming of a song by Ludacris.
'To
fast, to furious. I'm too fast for y'all." Hermione sang softly
to herself.
She
spent supper in the library too and didn't even notice. Then she
went back to the head boy and girl common room. Hermione stopped in
front of a portrait of the founders who where talking animatedly
between themselves. Then Rowena Ravenclaw took notice of
Hermione.
"Well
hello Ms. Granger." Rowena smiled smugly.
"Hello
Professor Ravenclaw." Hermione spoke politely.
"Can
I help you dear?"
Duh.
Hermione thought. You can stop talking and let me say the password so
I can get in.
"I
would just like to get in." Hermione smiled mockingly.
"Unity."
The
portrait swung open and Hermione ignored Salazar Slytherin because he
was mumbling about stupid mud-bloods.
Hermione
went to her room and grabbed a notebook held together by brown
leather. She changed into another Orange County Choppers tee and
pulled on red cotton pj pants. Then Hermione went into the common
room and flopped on the couch. Where she started to scribble
words.
I
breathe in and breath out
Trying
to figure out what life's all about
Why
things are the way they are
What
is going to happen tomorrow
Why
they do
And
how
I count the
blessings and the days
That
slowly pass on broken wings
I
smile, I sing and dance upon those unsteady things
Life's
a risk a chance to take
Trying
not to make things break
My
heart, my soul, my will, my whole
My
whole what
My
world of course, it's the only thing to get me through the
worst
I count the
blessings and the days
That
slowly pass on broken wings
I
smile, I sing and live upon these unsteady things.
"That's
deep Granger." Draco breathed over Hermione's
shoulder.
"Draco
what the hell are you doing?" Hermione shrieked slamming her
notebook shut.
"Reading."
Draco replied.
"I
didn't give you permission to read this." Hermione stood up in a
hurry.
"I'm
sorry Granger." Draco said in a soft tone. "I didn't know you
where so touchy about this stuff."
"Well
you would be too if someone was nosing over your shoulder."
Hermione growled getting in Draco's face ignoring the fluttering in
her stomach.
"Well
I wouldn't work on personal things in a COMMON room." Draco
pointed out.
"I
don't care Malfoy. If you see me working on something you don't
just read it over my shoulder." Hermione stomped her
foot.
"You're
very cute when you're angry." Draco changed the
subject.
"I'm
not talking to you again." Hermione was now acting like a child.
"Not until graduation."
"You
don't mean that Granger." Draco told her while grabbing her wrist
before she walked away.
She
flinched again and Draco began wondering something because he grip
wasn't that tight.
"Why
not?" Hermione asked.
"Because
I see it in your eyes."
"Draco
I can't believe you can sort anything out about me from just
looking in my eyes." Hermione retorted. "I am so bloody confused
I can't even think straight. And you want to know why I'm so
confused?"
"Yes."
Draco replied.
"The
same reason you are." Hermione stated and stormed to her
room.
While in her
room Hermione opened her notebook again and began jotting down more
words.
Dream Bury
me in time and space Maybe
things will come in place
Traveling
to lost places
Seeking
out so many faces
Wondering
when things will come around
Turning,
turning
Can't
fall down
Getting
dizzy
Hoping that
I'm not to tipsy
Running
places
Laughing
faces
Wondering
races
What the
hell?
Is this a
dream?
"Yeah
it is." Hermione put her notebook down and sighed. "it has to be
a dream."
Then
she went to sleep.