a/n-I didn't want you to miss detail (like I do) so I italicsed some things that don't really need it/italicsed isn't a word
Hermione's eyes opened to a commotion disturbing her dream which consisted of her, Colin Farrell, and a boat far off in the Caribbean. She focused, reluctantly. She saw an owl fluttering around beside her, demanding she took its notice. The owl scratched her leg, which was fortunately covered in a wool blanket. "Fine," she snapped. The thirty year old woman snatched the letter and paid the owl, still sitting in her bed. She was too tired to close the blinds, which her husband had opened stubbornly. As she laid back there was a knock on her door. Hoping that they'd go away if they thought she was asleep, Hermione said nothing. But the door opened and a red haired girl poked her head in. "Mummy? Where's the pudding?"
"You're not eating pudding at this hour."
"Benny said you said I could since daddy said I could."
"Leave mummy alone."
"But-"
"Colin!" Hermione dismissed, throwing her pillow over her face. Her daughter left with a young, indignant pout. Hermione tried desperately to go back to sleep but the stupid sunlight kept burning through her eyelids. She grumpily grabbed the letter and opened it, but before she could read it the door swung open. A thirty year old Ron moseyed in saying over enthusiastically, "Honey, I'm home!"
"Ah!" Hermione sat up again, but instead of the Weasley's over-crowded, clutter manner, she saw the Hogwarts castle. "Oh…Thank God," she panted. "Just a dream. Whew."
Hermione let her head fall gently on the pillow underneath her. She had the beauty of a lover emanating from her supple skin. Her chestnut eyes reflected the moonlight that sneaked its way into her room. Her eyelashes batted as she mused over the day.
In a haze, she remembered the classes. But she could recall nothing but the interactions of that day. She saw Harry and Ron who grudgingly came up to her for their second period, the first class they had with her. She almost cried, stupidly, when they forgave her. She didn't feel the normal guilt, knowing that she hadn't given up on Malfoy. Only because that morning was the most beautiful memory she ever had. A smile came to her face whenever she thought about it, which meant she spent most the day trying not to think about it.
She was still deliberating on what to do. Hermione never knew she could feel so torn. On the one hand, she wanted her life back. She wanted nothing to do with Malfoy anymore. He only brought her trouble and almost came between her and her friends, which he could still do. And there was reality. They couldn't be a couple. That just didn't make any sense. He should know that to, why did he keep pulling her back? And then…
'I think I'm in love…'
"Oh shut up, Hermione!" Hermione hissed to herself, speaking out loud. "Look at yourself. You're talking to yourself. And you're such a crybaby, too." She heard Lavender groan at the noise and she kept her thoughts to herself again. "I wish I had someone to talk to." She felt so alone as she drifted into a distressed sleep.
a/n-there's a reason for such a disturbed beginning, its coming