A/N: I am SO sorry I haven't updated this in like, a million days. My computer was being moronic and it wouldn't save anything so I couldn't post it and it kept getting deleted… so we got a new computer. ANYWAY, enjoy the story…

"Harry, why haven't you done your homework yet?" Hermione demanded.

"What homework?" Harry said blankly.

"What homework? What homework? You've been dozing off in class again, haven't you? I'll help you this ONE time but if this ever happens again, so help me, I will NOT help you ever again. Understand?" Hermione shouted. Harry sank down into his chair. He nodded.

"Good. Now go be a good boy and get some parchment paper, quills and ink." Hermione sighed as she watched Harry go up the stairs to the dormitory. She knew he'd been having a hard time, but to her, that was still no excuse to not do homework, which was due the next day.

When Harry returned, he set said items on the table and said, "Hermione, did you know that this came?" Hermione looked up.

"Know that what came?" she asked.

"This letter from my mum. It was just sitting on my bed."

"I never knew," Hermione said truthfully.

"Okay," said Harry. "Hedwig must've dropped it off."

"Yeah."

"I told you she wasn't old." Hermione laughed lightly.

"Shut up, it's time to work," she said loudly.

"Always trying to change the subject," Harry muttered.

"Harry, if I weren't mistaken, I'd think you were accusing me of being wrong," Hermione said playfully.

"Oh, no, never. Not you, Hermione," Harry said as Hermione giggled across from him.

"Anyway, Harry, what does the letter say?" Hermione asked curiously.

"I don't know; I never read it." Harry opened the letter, spent about a minute reading it, then looked up.

"She and Dad have been fighting a lot. She doesn't know if she'll stay with him," Harry said mournfully.

"Harry, write back and tell her that it's not fair to you if they go their own separate ways. It's causing you too much emotional harm."

"Hermione, I can just go home and talk to her later tonight, you know? Dumbledore will let me," Harry told her. Dumbledore always treated Harry special.

"Okay, Harry. Before that, we need to work on homework."

"'Mione, wait. I'm not done drawing a smiley face on this piece of paper to send back," Harry said quickly.

"Harry, how much paper did you bring down?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"Just one piece," Harry said simply.

"You just used the last piece of paper on a smiley face?" she shouted. "Imbecile."

Harry looked up at Hermione with the most hurt face he could manage. It was the kind of face he used on McGonagall when he was late for class and he got yelled at, only more depressing. It was as if he were a five-year-old who'd just been told his dog died. It was sad. Hermione sighed.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I shouldn't have said that," she said calmly. "Forget the homework for now; let's go do something fun."

"Okay," Harry said.

"We can go throw rocks in the lake," Hermione suggested.

"Okay," Harry repeated.

"Is that the only word you know?" said Hermione, almost irritated.

"No," Harry said simply. "I know plenty of words."

Harry and Hermione went down to the lake, meeting up with Ron on the way down, who went with them. They all sat down on a group of large boulders sitting on the edge of the lake. Ron sat on the largest one, while Harry and Hermione sat on the smaller ones. They each picked up a handful of rocks, throwing them into the lake one by one.

Harry and Ron talked about Quidditch and food, while they talked with Hermione about school and summer. "So, Hermione, what are you going to do this summer?" asked Ron.

"I don't know," said Hermione, shrugging. "I'll probably do what I always do: spend half with my parents and half with you two."

"Sounds like… not fun. That sounds just like last summer."

"Duh, Ron. That's what I said. I said, 'What I always do'. That means it's going to sound the same as it did last summer."

"Uh-oh, Hermione," said Harry sarcastically. "You better watch out. Ron's turning into a genius."

They all laughed at Harry's joke, even Ron. He only laughed for a minute, though. Hermione wouldn't stop laughing, especially after she snorted, which only made it worse. Things literally got worse when she fell off the rock and into the water. Ron and Harry stood up and jumped off the rocks quickly. They ran over to the spot where Hermione fell. Harry picked Hermione up out of the water while Ron helped her sit up against the rock.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Harry and Ron both said at the same time.

"You guys, I think my head's bleeding," Hermione whispered. Harry looked at Ron, and then put his hand on the back of Hermione's head. Sure enough, his hand was covered in blood.

"Ron, we have to take her up to the castle. Now." The boys carried Hermione up to the castle, and by the time they got her to the hospital wing, she had already passed out.

They laid Hermione down on one of the sterile beds, and then told Madame Pompfrey what had happened. The two sat by Hermione's bed for about four hours. When Hermione woke up, Harry was sitting next to her. "Harry? Wh…where's Ron? What happened?" Hermione muttered.

"Ron's in the bathroom. You fell and hit your head on… something. I have no idea what. All I know is you couldn't stop laughing, and all of a sudden you just… fell. If you hadn't gotten hurt, it probably actually would've been hilarious."

"What time is it?" Hermione asked.

"It's about six," Harry answered.

"At night or in the morning?" Hermione asked.

"Well, you've been sleeping for four hours. Now you tell me if we were out by the lake at 2:00 in the morning or 2:00 at night." Hermione sighed.

"Fine. Okay it's six at night. I get it."

"Hermione, you know I'm just giving you a hard time," Harry said coolly.

"Yes, I know," Hermione giggled.

"Watch yourself. Don't laugh too much. You might fall off of the bed or something."

This only made Hermione laugh more. Then, Ron walked in.

"Ahhh… so refreshed."

"Okay, Ron. Too much information. Please. Don't tell us that again," said Hermione.

"Ah. You're awake. How'd you sleep?" asked Ron.

"Can't complain. Our wonderful nurse made sure my head wouldn't hurt. I should actually probably be going."

Hermione got dressed and then went with her friends down to dinner.

"Harry, did you talk to your mother yet?" Hermione asked. Harry looked up at her and stared at her for a minute. "I would've been able to if Hermione McGiggles hadn't fallen off of a rock," he said flatly.

"I'm sorry. You didn't have to stay with me the whole time, you know."

"I know. I just wanted to make sure you were going to be okay."

"Harry, that's so sweet of you," Hermione said quietly.

"Yeah, I know. I was worried. Unlike Ron, who lets his bladder control problems get in the way of one of his best friends. What kind of sick person are you, Ron Weasley?" Harry said in mock anger.

They all started laughing. None of them had felt that good in ages.

"Anyway," said Harry. "I'd better get going. I need to go see Dumbledore about seeing my mother. She needs me right now."

"Okay, Harry. See you later… or tomorrow or whenever," said Hermione, getting mixed up at almost every word.

Harry waved at his two best friends and then strolled out of the Great Hall.

A/N: I know this is kind of short. I wrote it in like, an hour. Yes……..I'm working on two other stories--- one to be posted on and one story about Degrassi: The Next Generation, starring… CRAIG MANNING! WAHAHAHA! Okay, bye. R/R