Hermione woke with a start, finding her bed sadly empty. Frowning, she rolled over, arm aimlessly looking for something - someone - who wasn't there. Her face was flushed, and her breathing a bit labored, as she sorted thorough the dream. Ah! Today is a Hermione Day! she thought with rather more joy than she had expected she'd feel. I don't have to get up, and smell the roses. She thought with no small satisfaction, her mind beginning to replay the stimulating dream she had just had. Feather kisses, firm hands, and stiff ... other things, making her tingle. Absentmindedly, she touched herself, her mind fully on those long artsy fingers - and longer other things.
When she had quite finished, she lay languidly, enjoying the warm satisfaction suffusing her very being. Distantly, she heard Harry and Ron waking up. Not that she really cared, but it helped her know when to stay away from the kitchen.
She sat up, stretched, and then went off to brush her teeth. Today was a day that she could spend testing out different shield spells, perhaps see if she could learn a little bit more about the history of the shield spell - or maybe she'd look at a few jinxes just for a change of pace. There were loads of things to get done, and she'd little enough time that she was starting to enjoy having some time when she could simply practice. No gabbing about with Ron and Harry, just some quiet time to focus and get things accomplished. Getting things accomplished well and thoroughly always gave her such a sense of accomplishment, anyway.
Hermione Granger didn't dare confess to herself that she was so busy working because she wanted a distraction from staring off into space like a lovesick lass.
[a/n: sorry it's short. Didn't feel like boring you with exactly what Hermione was studying.]