Took awhile for me to finally sit down and write, but here's the second
chapter. Once again, a girl/girl pairing here, although not quite at the
moment. Don't like, don't read.
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The sunlight streamed through the windows, where the curtains were drawn, to illuminate Hermione's face. Before long her eyelids fluttered, then opened, revealing a vacant gaze. She sat up with an inperceptible groan, disorientated and disgruntled.
The sun hang overhead-it was nearing afternoon, Hermione deduced. Her head throbbed with her debut hangover. Casting a quick glace around the dormitory, she realised she was alone save Lavender, whose chest was still rising and falling in steady breathes.
She quickly conjured one of the handier spells she had learnt from Fred Weasly. Lightness diffused from her stomach to her head, before dispersing along with the headache. She felt better now, but barely.
It was extremely silent. Hermione had the faint suspicion that most were still dead to the world, following the wild antics the night before, warranted by the claiming of the Quidditch champion.
She sat on the bed, where the sunlight created shifting shadows, unmoving and feeling listless. For reasons unknown, her heart weighed heavily in her chest.
Her attention shifted as the door was flung open on protesting hinges, and Parvarti burst into the dormitory with a flourish. She looked as she did every other day, impeccable and impossibly animated. Hermione shifted her gaze. Ginny was close behind, silent but smiling. Their radiance was perfectly misplaced in the room.
"Hermione! Good to know that someone else is awake," Parvarti chirped. Her upbeatness was duly ignored, and Hermione merely regarded her silently. Words were not her forte at that point in time-she felt much inclined not to speak.
"Hermione," Ginny smiled in a slightly more serene approach. "I wasn't sure if you wanted to sleep out, but I brought you back in anyway." She tilted her head. "You were out like a light, and not being a good hot water bottle. And you should get out more." A smile tugged at her lips. "All that studying is making you heavy."
Hermione swiftly rearranged her face into a scowl. It only served to widen Ginny's grin. She suddenly looked altogether crafty. "Never knew you drooled in your sleep. How adorable."
Hermione lifted her nose in a defiant gesture, and Ginny chuckled. Beneath her air of petulance, she did a brief self-review. A perfect catchphrase, she reasoned. But she could not help feeling a slight pang and singular wave of self-consciousness.
Ginny had her back turned to her, and she quickly weighed her options. In for a penny, in for a pound-she decided to take things to the end. The pillow arched seamlessly through the air and bounced off Ginny's head. She whirled around in a flash, and, eyes gleaming, sent the pillow sailing back with a venomous throw. Hermione deftly evaded, and the pillow hit the headrest with a soft thud.
A war cry, and Parvarti descended upon Lavender, assaulting mercilessly. Lavender spluttered awake, only to see the pillow crashing down on her head. She took an admirably short time to recover, and retaliated fiercely. Delighted screams, and when some were Ginny's as she was enveloped in the entanglement as well, Hermione decided she had to leave and covertly extricated herself from the intricacy she started to soothe her frazzled nerves.
Hermione found herself trudging down the quiet passageways. Somewhere along the way, on her way to lunch, Harry and Ron had pulled her with a preemptive shush, and, huddled in a tight circle, informed of an overheard conversation of the possible return of Voldemort. They wanted to investigate; Hermione could not seem to bring herself to really bother this time round.
Potions later that day was worse than it had ever been. Snape took great joy in pointing out the errant ways of the Gryffindors. Harry had muttered about his jealousy of their house winning the Quidditch cup-Hermione strongly suspected it was true. No opportunites to detain Harry though, so he chose Hermione instead when her partner spilled a bottle. As he spat angry words, he had bent until he was looking Hermione straight in the eye. She remained unfazed, unflinching as she stared back right back.
Detention was carried out nonchalantly till ten. Dean hurried back to bed to claim sleep after cleaning test tubes, but Hermione took her books and remained in the common room to study. The OWLS were near, but somewhere in her heart she knew there were other reasons. The clock struck hourly, but she lost count. During one of the chimings, Ginny came down with a steaming cup of coffee, in only her nightgown. She set the cup down with a smile and whispered for Hermione not to stay too late. She then stood, slightly expectantly, but Hermione did not say a word, so she silently made her way back to her room again. The coffee was left untouched.
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The sunlight streamed through the windows, where the curtains were drawn, to illuminate Hermione's face. Before long her eyelids fluttered, then opened, revealing a vacant gaze. She sat up with an inperceptible groan, disorientated and disgruntled.
The sun hang overhead-it was nearing afternoon, Hermione deduced. Her head throbbed with her debut hangover. Casting a quick glace around the dormitory, she realised she was alone save Lavender, whose chest was still rising and falling in steady breathes.
She quickly conjured one of the handier spells she had learnt from Fred Weasly. Lightness diffused from her stomach to her head, before dispersing along with the headache. She felt better now, but barely.
It was extremely silent. Hermione had the faint suspicion that most were still dead to the world, following the wild antics the night before, warranted by the claiming of the Quidditch champion.
She sat on the bed, where the sunlight created shifting shadows, unmoving and feeling listless. For reasons unknown, her heart weighed heavily in her chest.
Her attention shifted as the door was flung open on protesting hinges, and Parvarti burst into the dormitory with a flourish. She looked as she did every other day, impeccable and impossibly animated. Hermione shifted her gaze. Ginny was close behind, silent but smiling. Their radiance was perfectly misplaced in the room.
"Hermione! Good to know that someone else is awake," Parvarti chirped. Her upbeatness was duly ignored, and Hermione merely regarded her silently. Words were not her forte at that point in time-she felt much inclined not to speak.
"Hermione," Ginny smiled in a slightly more serene approach. "I wasn't sure if you wanted to sleep out, but I brought you back in anyway." She tilted her head. "You were out like a light, and not being a good hot water bottle. And you should get out more." A smile tugged at her lips. "All that studying is making you heavy."
Hermione swiftly rearranged her face into a scowl. It only served to widen Ginny's grin. She suddenly looked altogether crafty. "Never knew you drooled in your sleep. How adorable."
Hermione lifted her nose in a defiant gesture, and Ginny chuckled. Beneath her air of petulance, she did a brief self-review. A perfect catchphrase, she reasoned. But she could not help feeling a slight pang and singular wave of self-consciousness.
Ginny had her back turned to her, and she quickly weighed her options. In for a penny, in for a pound-she decided to take things to the end. The pillow arched seamlessly through the air and bounced off Ginny's head. She whirled around in a flash, and, eyes gleaming, sent the pillow sailing back with a venomous throw. Hermione deftly evaded, and the pillow hit the headrest with a soft thud.
A war cry, and Parvarti descended upon Lavender, assaulting mercilessly. Lavender spluttered awake, only to see the pillow crashing down on her head. She took an admirably short time to recover, and retaliated fiercely. Delighted screams, and when some were Ginny's as she was enveloped in the entanglement as well, Hermione decided she had to leave and covertly extricated herself from the intricacy she started to soothe her frazzled nerves.
Hermione found herself trudging down the quiet passageways. Somewhere along the way, on her way to lunch, Harry and Ron had pulled her with a preemptive shush, and, huddled in a tight circle, informed of an overheard conversation of the possible return of Voldemort. They wanted to investigate; Hermione could not seem to bring herself to really bother this time round.
Potions later that day was worse than it had ever been. Snape took great joy in pointing out the errant ways of the Gryffindors. Harry had muttered about his jealousy of their house winning the Quidditch cup-Hermione strongly suspected it was true. No opportunites to detain Harry though, so he chose Hermione instead when her partner spilled a bottle. As he spat angry words, he had bent until he was looking Hermione straight in the eye. She remained unfazed, unflinching as she stared back right back.
Detention was carried out nonchalantly till ten. Dean hurried back to bed to claim sleep after cleaning test tubes, but Hermione took her books and remained in the common room to study. The OWLS were near, but somewhere in her heart she knew there were other reasons. The clock struck hourly, but she lost count. During one of the chimings, Ginny came down with a steaming cup of coffee, in only her nightgown. She set the cup down with a smile and whispered for Hermione not to stay too late. She then stood, slightly expectantly, but Hermione did not say a word, so she silently made her way back to her room again. The coffee was left untouched.
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