A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #10 Etiquette- Table Manners - Task #1- Elbows off the table:Write about someone trying to rest

Word Count: 405

Hermione closed her eyes. She tried to focus on her breathing, in and out. In and out, she paused. Had she heard a noise. She opened her eyes, frantically glancing around. The room was empty. She sighed. She was beyond exhausted, having stayed up until almost five in the morning working towards a breakthrough.

For an hour after that the adrenaline had kept her awake. She'd written down all the numbers, calculated them three times making sure they produced the same result every time. They had! That's how Severus had found her. Her face smeared with ink, her hair sticking out in direction. There were three cups of cold tea on the table, and one half spilled on the floor.

"I found it!" she'd exclaimed, waving the sheets of parchment in the air. He's stared at her for a moment.

"You haven't slept."

"Too busy! Did you hear me, Severus? I got it to work out. I finally figured out the solution," she'd screamed happily. Severus smiled at her, shaking his head.

"Hermione. Is there any part of your work that's currently pressing, other than announcing to the whole street you figured it out?"

"No?"

"Then bed. You haven't slept in three days now, I've been counting. Don't even think of lying to me."

"But Rose will be up soon, and then the twins need breakfast."

"I can handle the children, Hermione. Bed."

She'd taken a longing look at her books.

"I will pick you up and carry you if I have to," he stated. She sighed, her shoulders sagging in defeat as she headed towards their bedroom.

That's where she was now, trying to sleep. Every little sound made her want to jump from the bed. What if Rose had fallen? What if the twins got in trouble? Could Severus really keep all three of them out of trouble? She slid from under the blankets, her feet touching the softly carpeted floor.

"You'd better be sleeping," Severus' voice yelled, almost as if he could hear her thoughts. She glared at the closed door and climbed back into bed.

"One, two," she muttered, trying to picture sheep. Not that counting sheep ever helped her fall asleep. Maybe if she thought of something else? The first paragraph of Hogwarts: A History floated to the top of her thoughts. A small smile played across her face, and soon, her eyes drooped closed and she started to snore.