I have changed Hermione quite a bit for this one. She's now rather.. depressed. I always wondered what she'd be like in that situation and perspective, so I just put her there. Short, yet I think it turned out alright.
Enjoy.
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A hefty sigh escaped Hermione's lips as she gazed down from her dormitory window. The hills of white rolled out in front of her endlessly, a truly beautiful sight. Hermione shifted her weight and leaned back against the wall of the alcove. On the other wall, pictures of random wizards and quidditch players made a sort of collage that was quite interesting to look at. If only she hadn't studied them a million times. She glanced out around the cozy dormitory, watching the sleeping figures of girls. It was Christmas time, and her parents had decided to take a trip to the Netherlands instead of have her return. She understood. They needed to break away, too, right?
With a soft grunt, Hermione crawled out of the alcove and walked towards the bathroom. Night had always proved boring to her. The emptiness of the season made her heart ache. She locked the door to the bathroom and gazed into the mirror, her eyes searching her face for a trace of a good memory to warm her up and help her sleep. All she could see was mascara marks running down her cheeks. She wiped them away and splashed water over her face. She dried her skin, and then walked back out towards her bed. Snores erupted suddenly from the bed over. Hermione turned her eyes on the girl and sighed, shaking her head as she lay down and closed her eyes.
Thoughts raced through her head, ending with Ron. She couldn't understand why she thought of him so much. He was, after all, snoody and mean. But still.. something about his freckles brought a smile to her face, and the joking look in his eyes made her laugh. Hermione smiled softly. "Oh, Ron.." She whispered. "If only you'd notice me as more than a bookworm." With those words her eyes narrowed. What was she saying? Ron? She didn't like Ron..
Or did she? She gently bit her bottom lip and tried to think of Harry, whom she thought she had liked all along. Harry was smart, and he was daring. He always eluded death somehow, and that attracted her. He was not carefree, but that didn't bother her. The fact that he was always on his toes..
Ron. There he was again. Ron was always there, never going away.
"Oh, Ron Weasley, will you please leave me alone?" She said, drifiting off to sleep.