'SOMEBODY OUT THERE LOVES ME'
Hermione Granger rolled lazily over on her bed as the breeze blew in from outside.
"Hmm..." she sighed as a new History of Magic book fell over the soft doona and landed with a huge 'thud' on the floor.
She slowly stood up and walked over to the open window, the lace curtains blowing in her face. Unmuddling herself, she carefully climbed out of the window and sat on the roof of her house, her arms around her legs to protect from the cold air.
The wind seemed so crisp and fresh and stung her throat as she breathed in but she loved it. The stars sparkled in the sky and tilting her head on her shoulder, Hermione made a wish.
"I wish somebody out there loved me," she whispered before standing up and heading back inside her bedroom before her parents checked to make sure she was in bed.
The next morning Hermione woke up to find herself still wearing the clothes from last night. She had fallen asleep in practically seconds when she'd come back inside and hadn't woken up till quarter past eight. Three quarters of an hour longer than usual. Sleepily, she made her way down the stairs to greet her family who were bustling away in the kitchen.
"Morning Mum," she said, entering the kitchen to find her mum making pancakes over the stove and her father reading the Sunday paper.
"Morning honey," they both chimed and she sat down to a delicious breakfast.
"Not long until you go back to school eh?" remarked her father, pushing his round glasses back up as they had been slowly falling down his nose.
"Mmmm," Hermione mumbled as a reply.
Before anyone could say anything else however, an owl came sweeping through the open kitchen window and delivered a neatly tied package in Hermione's lap.
No one had really acted surprised as they were finally used to the strange, mysterious things that happened quite frequently with Hermione being a witch. Her family even sort of enjoyed the quirkiness.
"Ah, the Daily Prophet!" exclaimed Hermione as she untied the string to reveal a thick newspaper with a owl claw marks on the outside.
"May I read that honey after you?" asked her father who was beginning to take a strong interest in his daughter's hobbies.
Hermione nodded in reply and then opened up the large pages revealing a big black heading, 'QUIDDITCH CUP CANCELLED!'
"Ooh, Harry and Ron won't be too happy about that," muttered Hermione as she skipped a few pages to her favourite section 'WHAT'S HAPPENING IN THE WORLD'. A few months ago Hermione had won a competition and had a piece of her work published in this section. Of course it had had to have been cut down a little from the seventeen parchments it's original state had been but never the less, Hermione was extremely proud of it. Every now and then she'd have a little mention in the paper about being a good Hogwarts student and they'd even done a report on the birthday party Hermione had held for Crookshanks in her second year.
"Anything interesting?" asked her mum as she took away Hermione's finished breakfast dishes.
But Hermione didn't reply. Her mind had been completely swept away. For the first time Hermione was in LOVE!
Hermione Granger rolled lazily over on her bed as the breeze blew in from outside.
"Hmm..." she sighed as a new History of Magic book fell over the soft doona and landed with a huge 'thud' on the floor.
She slowly stood up and walked over to the open window, the lace curtains blowing in her face. Unmuddling herself, she carefully climbed out of the window and sat on the roof of her house, her arms around her legs to protect from the cold air.
The wind seemed so crisp and fresh and stung her throat as she breathed in but she loved it. The stars sparkled in the sky and tilting her head on her shoulder, Hermione made a wish.
"I wish somebody out there loved me," she whispered before standing up and heading back inside her bedroom before her parents checked to make sure she was in bed.
The next morning Hermione woke up to find herself still wearing the clothes from last night. She had fallen asleep in practically seconds when she'd come back inside and hadn't woken up till quarter past eight. Three quarters of an hour longer than usual. Sleepily, she made her way down the stairs to greet her family who were bustling away in the kitchen.
"Morning Mum," she said, entering the kitchen to find her mum making pancakes over the stove and her father reading the Sunday paper.
"Morning honey," they both chimed and she sat down to a delicious breakfast.
"Not long until you go back to school eh?" remarked her father, pushing his round glasses back up as they had been slowly falling down his nose.
"Mmmm," Hermione mumbled as a reply.
Before anyone could say anything else however, an owl came sweeping through the open kitchen window and delivered a neatly tied package in Hermione's lap.
No one had really acted surprised as they were finally used to the strange, mysterious things that happened quite frequently with Hermione being a witch. Her family even sort of enjoyed the quirkiness.
"Ah, the Daily Prophet!" exclaimed Hermione as she untied the string to reveal a thick newspaper with a owl claw marks on the outside.
"May I read that honey after you?" asked her father who was beginning to take a strong interest in his daughter's hobbies.
Hermione nodded in reply and then opened up the large pages revealing a big black heading, 'QUIDDITCH CUP CANCELLED!'
"Ooh, Harry and Ron won't be too happy about that," muttered Hermione as she skipped a few pages to her favourite section 'WHAT'S HAPPENING IN THE WORLD'. A few months ago Hermione had won a competition and had a piece of her work published in this section. Of course it had had to have been cut down a little from the seventeen parchments it's original state had been but never the less, Hermione was extremely proud of it. Every now and then she'd have a little mention in the paper about being a good Hogwarts student and they'd even done a report on the birthday party Hermione had held for Crookshanks in her second year.
"Anything interesting?" asked her mum as she took away Hermione's finished breakfast dishes.
But Hermione didn't reply. Her mind had been completely swept away. For the first time Hermione was in LOVE!