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Chapter 1: Smoke
Hermione sat on her bed, flipping through Hogwarts: a History for about the millionth time, biting her nails. Her eyes scanned the pages, looking at the moving pictures of her favorite place. Naturally, she would be going back for her seventh and final year in a week. She couldn't wait to see Ron and Harry, Ginny and Neville, Seamus and Dean. All of them were great friends, but here in her muggle home, she had no friends except for Crookshanks, her cat.
She cried out. How much more bored can you get? She was pretty lonely, like she had been for the last month, where she hadn't seen Ron or Harry. She felt like she needed her friends. They helped her with so much. Hermione looked around the room, where her eyes fell across her cigarettes. She quickly leaped up and grabbed one, stuffing the rest of the box of smokes into her drawer and out of sight.
Hermione went into her closet, which already smelled greatly of smoke, and light her cigarette. She took a long breath in and inhaled the smoke, then let it out again.
A knock sounded on the door, and Hermione quickly tapped the end of the cigarette onto her blanket, jumped out of her closet, and went to the door. Unlocking it, she opened the door, flinching at the squeaking of the hinges."
"Mione?"
Hermione squealed. She jumped into her best friend's arms, his red hair in her face.
"Ron! What are you doing here? We still have a week before term!" Hermione cried, her arms still draped around Ron's neck, whose face was turning an odd purple.
"My mum said you must be bored, so we came to get you. Your mum said you could leave with us, if you wanted to, that is. Harry is with us too."
Hermione screamed, and then said, "Oh gosh, you don't know how bored I have been. I missed you and Harry so much!"
"Hermione, pack your trunk, then we can leave. Oh, and you might want to put out that cigarette. Your robe is catching on fire," Ron said, snickering and eyeing her closet.