If home is where the heart is,
Then my heart has flown away.
It's left me cold and bloodless
Night's chill in the middle of the day
Perhaps I ought to seek you out
Walk until there's someplace to meet
Were I to take that advice
I would be flying on my own seat.
Yes, home is where the heart is
Mine is beating next to yours
Wraithlike I stand, cold and alone
Above me, your figure soars.
"Hermione!" Parvati squealed, "It's time for the sleepover."
"What? But - " Hermione sputtered. "I've got so much homework!" Hermione Granger tried to bury herself in the couch, to resist being pulled completely out of the Common Room and up to their bedroom.
"Homework can wait!" Padma cried, sneak-attacking Hermione from the rear, with a well placed shove.
"We'll grab the books!" Fred and George said, with wicked smiles. "Keep 'em good and safe."
The girls hustled a still struggling Hermione up to their rooms, and Hermione finally said, "I guess I can spare an hour or two..."
"You'll spare the whole weekend!" Lavender giggled. "Just look at everything we've got organized. You Can't Skip, Hermione Granger."
[a/n: I was like this as a kid. Wish people had cared that much about me. Review!]