-*-Six Degrees of Separation-*-
-Currently Untitled-
Papers and parchments shuffled loudly on the desk of one Miss Hermione Granger, the sound echoing throughout the dimly lit lab. As quills were collected, and piles made new, the 20 year old women stood up, and with the flick of a wand transfigured the whole desk into the size of a matchbox. Desk now in purse, Miss Granger promptly apparated from the building, not before notifying Prilla, the one house elf for the labs.
Large paintings covered the walls of a nicely furnished apartment. Of course the contents of these paintings were sound asleep, which just reminded Hermione of her overwhelming tiredness. Plopping down on a large, comfortable sofa, Hermione rubbed her temples, wondering what sort of charm could ease her mind.
"Finally."
Practically jumping out of her skin, Hermione swore under her breathe as she noticed Jaimie Murtogg's - a good friend of hers - head in the fireplace.
"And I thought you'd never leave that god-forbidden lab. Been waiting for you since twelve, you know?" Jaimie's scowl quickly turned into a kindly smile as Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Well, you know how it is. You just can't leave that one thing unfinished, and suddenly hours have gone by..." A loud sigh filled the silence, accompanied by Hermione once again plopping down on her sofa. "I was the last to leave, 'cept for the house elf, of course."
"You're over worked Hermione, you know it too. Relax, take a holiday. Go to a party, get out. I know some people -"
"Don't you try to set me up with someone, that's the last thing I need. I just need to focus on my studies, this is my last year, you know? It is very important."
"Don't be stupid, everyone knows that you know more than all of your professors put together -"
"That is not true! Professor Liddle has a lot to teach me, so does -"
"Let's not have this fight again. Come to have coffee with me? We could go to that nice muggle place, Cafe La Rounda, very pretty, nice views. You know the one?"
"I've got class -"
"Skip it, god knows they'll let you. Meet me at eleven, ok?" Barely waiting for the slight nod of approval Hermione gave, the head disappeared. Another sigh filled the room.
Nonchalantly, Hermione conjured up some strong tea and sat back down on her sofa, cuddling the hot mug for a moment, before picking up a large book. Letting go of all her worries, Hermione became engrossed in the book, leaving her world for the wonderful world of the book.
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A/N Hi! Haven't written fanfics in a while, so please be nice. Not very long, next one will be longer. Hope ya like!
Next Chapter: The meeting. The plans. No Draco yet, sorry.
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