An hour prior:

The moon shined through the window beside her bed and poured onto the ancient, worn pages of the book. Her most recent withdrawal from the library, The Wanderers Guide to the Sky, was surprisingly popular considering it was published a thousand years ago. She attempted to sign it out last month only to find that it was missing.

The soft snores of her dormmates muffled the sounds of her page-turning. She gasped, the heading of the next chapter read, Hermione. She read the entire section thrice.

'One of nature's most rare and spectacular mysteries, The Hermione constellation. Like it's ancient Greek namesake, little is known of it. Here is what we do know:

Hermione, daughter of King Menelaus of Sparta and Helen of Troy ran away with her lover Orestes during the Trojan way. Near the end of the war, Hermione's father located her and forced her back to Sparta on the condition that he would not kill her love, Orestes, in exchange for her obedience.

As a child, Hermione was unpromising and resembled the frigid features of Menelaus instead of the most beautiful woman in the world, her mother, Helen of Troy. However, upon her return to Sparta, her beauty surpassed even that of her mothers. King Menelaus capitalized on this development and bargained her hand in marriage to the cruel son of Achilles in exchange for his father's aid on the battlefield.

Years of marriage with the son of Achilles passed, and Hermione failed to produce an heir. It should be noted that despite popular accusations of the time, it was most likely her husband at fault for their infertility. None of his numerous concubines were able to produce heirs either.

Hermione discovered evidence of her husband plotting to murder her. She ran away the next night. As the story goes, she wandered the Earth for seven years, looking for her lost love, Orestes.'

Hermione huffed in aggravation, blowing bronze curls out of her face. The next paragraph was cut off, she would have to do additional research to find out the end of the myth. She turned to the next page.

'The Hermione constellation has only been reported to appear four times throughout history. If my calculations are correct, the constellation appears in intervals of a thousand years. Reported sightings include the years: 2995 B.C.E, 1995 B.C.E, 905 B.C.E, 95 C.E. The next predicted year and day is September 6th, 1995."

Her jaw dropped. She cast a quick Tempus, the glowing number appeared in the air: 1:43 AM. The book said only one in thirty to forty generations would witness the Hermione Constellation. She even shared a name with it. She had to see it.

It was too late to ask Harry for his invisibility cloak and map, she would have to sneak around the school without them.

Hermione slid her feet into her warm slippers. She pulled her bathrobe over her flannel pajamas and crept across the floor with a soft Lumos cast from her wand. She snuck out of the Gryffindor tower and set her path for the Astronomy tower.

Adventures with Ron and Harry had ensured that Hermione was well versed in creeping through the castle past curfew. She knew exactly where to hide, which route Filch patrolled, and what hiding spots couples would be occupying to snog in.

Portraits on the walls glared at her for disturbing their sleep. Despite their annoyance, none of them made a noise to alert Filch. When Hermione first arrived at Hogwarts, she spent many lonely hours talking to the paintings about whatever book she had been reading that day. Many of them had grown fond of her passionate rambles.

She turned a corner into a darkly lit hall, two windows illuminated it at either end of the wall. Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin at what she thought was the silhouette of a person but turned out to be a marble statue. It reminded her of the Ancient Greek myth she read minutes prior.

It seemed some people thought love was waging an Earth shattering war for ownership of a heart and body that fled seas to be free of them. Others thought it was leaving behind a daughter to elope with a stranger. And a few thought it was giving up your life for someone, and then wandering the Earth for seven years in the blind hope that you will one day be reunited.

Hermione was wondering if she might hope for a less tragic and evil love when she heard the graceless, heavy footsteps of Filch rounding the corner. She ducked behind a tapestry and into a window seat, praying she didn't crash into a pair of students engaging in indecent acts.

Hermione slowed her breathing and sat down on the window seat as quietly as possible. She dragged her feet off the floor and into her chest so they couldn't be seen beneath the tapestry.

Flich must've heard someone else nearby, he was off his usual route. She prayed he would leave soon so she wouldn't miss the Hermione constellation.

His footsteps paused near her hiding spot, she could hear his heavy breath and gruff muttering.

She absent-mindedly wrapped the tie to her bathrobe around her finger. Her spine was taught with anticipation.

Squeak!

The rubber soles of his shoes sounded as he pivoted on his heels and turned back the way he came.

Once she could no longer hear his footsteps, she raced down the hall and arrived at the door to the astronomy tower. She sprinted up the stairs, not willing to risk another encounter with Filch.

Out of breath, she swept a strand of curls out of her face, only for the wind to push them back. She took a few cautious steps away from the entrance and wandered farther across the balcony.

The night sky was breathtaking. It was as if someone had poured purple, blue, and black paint onto a canvas, swirled them together, then placed little pearls across it.

Underneath the Draco constellation, she spied Hermione. While Draco was supposed to indicate a dragon's form, the constellation of Hermione depicted the silhouette of a woman when traced.

Hermione laid down on the cold stone floor and tilted her head up to watch the sky. The wind was fierce but not as cold as she had expected. She was grateful for such a beautiful, warm evening, especially since the autumn chill was beginning to take over.

Minutes passed, and previous insomnia that plagued her body and caused her to open The Wanderers Guide to the Night Sky, disappeared. The warm breeze against her skin transformed into her mother's slender fingers brushing through her hair. The hard stone beneath her back turned into a mattress fit for a queen. And the twinkling moon became her childhood nightlight.

Her eyes fluttered shut and fell asleep in the astronomy tower.