Yes, I decided to do another chapter. I'll probably continue it more, this being just for fun.
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The morning sent long rays of sunlight through the windows of the drafty dormitory room, and Hermione slowly began to wake up. It was still rather early, about six thirty in the morning. But, it was Christmas day. The morning would prove to be nice, if not the whole day. Hermione sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes, searching the room for anyone else who may have been waking up. Two beds that had been recently occupied were now empty.
"So, Lila and Kristina are awake. I won't be alone." She said, slipping out of bed and pulling a sweater and a pair of slippers on.
She travelled down the stairs to the common room, looking at the Christmas tree with a soft smile. It was so beautiful with all of its lights lit up and the star at the top just hovering above the tip. She made her way over to Lila and Kristina, taking a seat on the floor next to them.
"Morning, Hermione!" Kristina said, tossing a package over to Hermione.
She caught it, and looked down. "To Hermione, From Harry." Her fingers moved excitedly to pull away the wrapping, finding The History of Quidditch book underneath all of the decorative paper. She smiled and hugged the book to her chest. Harry knew she liked both, and the present made her happy. She reached down and picked up a messily wrapped one with her name on it. "To Hermione, From Ron." Her eyes grew dull, though she was secretly intrigued. She pulled the paper away and raised an eyebrow at the blank journal. It was nice, her name messily written on the front in Ron's handwriting. "Sweet idea. Thought that counts."
She looked over at Lila and Kristina, both of which had finished opening their gifts. Hermione turned back to the tree and pulled out another one. "To Hermione, From Mrs. and Mr. Weasley." She opened it, finding a green sweater and a note. "It'll match your eyes, love. I hope it keeps you warm. Happy Christmas!" Hermione smiled and pulled the sweater she had on off, and replaced it with the one Mrs. Weasley had made for her.
She found one from her parents and opened it. More dental supplies, and a cake or two. She smiled and ate one, thinking of that as breakfast. She took her things and sat down into a chair. Her thoughts drifted slightly, from Harry to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Suddenly, there was Ron's face again and a weird look on his face as he was scribbling Hermione's name on the journal. She shuddered and covered the journal with Harry's book.
Why did she keep thinking of Ron? It made no sense.