I wish you knew...
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When Hermione left the dorm, Cho breathed deeply and exhaled, leaning her back heavily on the door. She got undressed into her "grieving" pajamas, which she wore when she was depressed at night (most of the time), and she slipped into her bed, flipping the light off with the switch near her headboard.
That night Cho couldn't sleep. Cho attempted to sleep more. She needed all the sleep she could get for a Magical Plants oral presentation. Even though she tried, Cho could not get to sleep. She tried running around and reading, but she couldn't. Something was bothering her. It was what Hermione came to visit her for. To make sure she was alright. Her friends really did care about her. Should she let herself go? Should she keep holding on for her friends? Cho, for once in her life, had no idea at all. Abso-fucking-lutely no idea in her mind. She slipped into a dreamless sleep for the rest of the night, though still worried about the matter.
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Hermione couldn't sleep either. She tossed and turned all night, never really falling asleep. Hermione got out of bed at around 2:30 in the morning and began to add to her essay due tomorrow for Snape. Dirty, old Snape. Hermione hated him so. She already had many more pieces of parchment than the rest of the class, though Snape would find something wrong with it and fail her. It happened recurrently. When she was done and more tired than before, she thought to herself Well, maybe I can fall asleep now, after I've done more homework and gotten all riled up about terrible Snape. She indeed fell asleep, but she had a terrible dream about terrible Snape.
Hermione dreamed that Cho committed assisted suicide with Snape. Snape cut her wrists for her in his bathroom tub. Even though the outline of it seemed short, it felt like hours of dream to Hermione. She eventually woke up in a cold sweat. She, once again, tried to go to sleep, even though it was only an hour and a half before she started to get ready. This time, there were no bad dreams when she slept. It was all over. All over. Hermione, too, slipped into a dreamless state of sleep with her troubled friend Cho.
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When Hermione left the dorm, Cho breathed deeply and exhaled, leaning her back heavily on the door. She got undressed into her "grieving" pajamas, which she wore when she was depressed at night (most of the time), and she slipped into her bed, flipping the light off with the switch near her headboard.
That night Cho couldn't sleep. Cho attempted to sleep more. She needed all the sleep she could get for a Magical Plants oral presentation. Even though she tried, Cho could not get to sleep. She tried running around and reading, but she couldn't. Something was bothering her. It was what Hermione came to visit her for. To make sure she was alright. Her friends really did care about her. Should she let herself go? Should she keep holding on for her friends? Cho, for once in her life, had no idea at all. Abso-fucking-lutely no idea in her mind. She slipped into a dreamless sleep for the rest of the night, though still worried about the matter.
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Hermione couldn't sleep either. She tossed and turned all night, never really falling asleep. Hermione got out of bed at around 2:30 in the morning and began to add to her essay due tomorrow for Snape. Dirty, old Snape. Hermione hated him so. She already had many more pieces of parchment than the rest of the class, though Snape would find something wrong with it and fail her. It happened recurrently. When she was done and more tired than before, she thought to herself Well, maybe I can fall asleep now, after I've done more homework and gotten all riled up about terrible Snape. She indeed fell asleep, but she had a terrible dream about terrible Snape.
Hermione dreamed that Cho committed assisted suicide with Snape. Snape cut her wrists for her in his bathroom tub. Even though the outline of it seemed short, it felt like hours of dream to Hermione. She eventually woke up in a cold sweat. She, once again, tried to go to sleep, even though it was only an hour and a half before she started to get ready. This time, there were no bad dreams when she slept. It was all over. All over. Hermione, too, slipped into a dreamless state of sleep with her troubled friend Cho.