Moonlight Dreaming 100 Word Challenge:
Birdie's response to the No, Really! Challenge
Hermione threw herself down on the old, moth-eaten sofa, closed her eyes, and prayed that morning wouldn't come for another twelve hours.
But just as she was closing her tired eyes, a gentle hand lightly caressed her cheek, moving the stray locks of hair from her stressed visage.
"You know, this is very unhealthy," Remus sighed, his fingers trailing down her jaw.
"I'm glad you're so concerned for me."
"No, really, Hermione, you look like hell."
His mousey brown hair fell over his amber eyes, hiding the mirth that danced there as he watched her turn and try to hit him with a sofa cushion.