Author's note: It's been forever, I know… but I've been having a super rough time in my life. Nothing's gone right and my writing for my main stories would have been under par. I have, though, been writing a different story that I haven't yet published. I will if you like though. It's called We Wear The Mask. I'm giving a summary only in Silence In Our Eyes. Go read that fic and find the summary… later. I have to publish a new chapter in it but still go read! Please and much thanks. I'm sorry it's been so long.
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Chapter Seven
It was 3 AM Thursday morning. Hermione was up once again. She was slowly stirring her tea and blowing the surface to cool it down.
"Hermione?" Harry's voice startled her. He stumbled in, rubbing his tired eyes.
"Harry, did I wake you?"
"No, I came down for a glass of milk. Why are you up?"
"Insomnia rears again."
"Why can't you sleep lately?"
"Nightmares, I guess."
"What about?"
"Nothing in particular…" she lied.
"Right…" Harry poured his milk. Silence blanketed the room as they sipped their drinks. "Hermione?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"Be careful about that Derek guy."
She laughed lightly, "Why?"
"I think he likes you."
"How tired are you, Harry? Better yet, how sane?"
"Perfectly sane."
"Mmmhmm."
"I'm serious. Anyways, I'm going back to be. You should, too."
"Okay, Harry." She gave him a fake smile, watching as he went up the steps. After he was gone from her sight, she placed herself into a seat at the kitchen table where her current book laid. She opened it and continued reading.
"Hermione, come on, wake up!" Ron prodded her shoulder. She screamed and swatted him before flipping over. "Harry, she's not getting up! Help, please."
Harry suddenly appeared. "You didn't go to bed when I told you to, did you?" he asked. "Hermione, you've got to get up. We're school shopping today. You know, books, clothes, all your favorite things."
"Whatever, Harry. There isn't an ounce of me in love with shopping. What time is it?"
"Nine."
"Ugh, in the morning? I've only had three hours of sleep, if that."
"Hermione!"
"Fine, but help," she held out her hand. Harry pulled her out of the bed.
"Morning sunshine."
"Don't push it!"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Now, out," she pointed towards the door. Both boys scurried out. Quickly, she threw on blue jeans and a three-quarter-sleeve shirt. She dusted her face with matching makeup before dashing down the stairs. Grabbing a piece of toast, she picked up the letter on the table for her. She opened and began to read. A smile grew slowly on her lips.
"What, did you make head girl?" George startled her.
"Yes, I did," she said matter-of-factly.
"Alert the Media!" he yelled. "Hermione made head girl."
"George," she playfully pushed him.
Mrs. Weasley walked in. "Congrats, dear. We expected nothing less."
Expected.
"Maybe you should enlighten your father," she continued. "You could use our owl or stop by before we leave. I'm positive he'd be proud."
"No, thanks. I'll tell him later.
"Okay, suit yourself."
They left soon after.
Hours later, they returned with all of their schoolbooks and a few pairs of new clothes.
Hermione settled on the patio as her friends began a game of Quidditch.
"Hermione, come play," Harry told her.
"No, my fear of flying and doubt in the reality of flying has escalated over the years.
"If I had any idea what you just said, well… then maybe I'd have a comeback. But I don't. So, come on, just climb on the back and at least let me fly you around. You trust me, right?"
"No, not totally."
"Oh, that hurt."
"Dearly sorry."
He extended his hand to her.
"If you do absolutely anything remotely scary, you won't be known as the boy-who-lived." She took his hand and climbed on. He flew her around, going upside down once, which earned him a fierce back-hand slap.
After a few minutes, he let her off.
"Was it bad?"
"Nothing horrid," she rolled her eyes.
"Okay then."
"Okay then," she mocked.
Author's Note: Okay, there it was. Now, here's the emergency, I don't know what to do from here. Writer's block has taken place right here and now. I don't know where I want or should go with this story. I've lost my inspiration in it. So, unless I get some inspiring idea from y'all, my lovely reviewers, or from the Greater Powers of the Universe, this story will be on pause.
Please do review. I'm open to most suggestions and don't mind if you personal message me. :)
