This is kind of another filler but idk...
~Phantombookworm
Hermione tumbled out of bed, bushy hair a complete mess just as her alarm clock started to shrilly ring. Being one bought in Diagon Alley, it made noise only to the owner. But that noise was enough to give someone a sore head. Clamping a hand over the tinny, ringing bell attached to the top, she clambered upright, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. It was six in the morning, and she had work to do.
Pulling her robes over her head and a brush through her mass of curls, Hermione grabbed her stuffed satchel full of books and tiptoed from the dormitory, filled with sleeping girls. Stifling a yawn, she entered the common room, followed by a purring Crookshanks, who had spent the night curled at her feet.
"C'mon, Crooks," she muttered, putting down the cat's bowl of dried food, followed by another bowl filled with water. The feline rubbed himself around her ankles once, before turning his attention to his breakfast.
Settling down at the table that she and Fred had occupied last night, Hermione pulled out her Arithmancy work. Rummaging in her bag, she found her bottle of ink and a quill- she had forgotten to pack her pen when she left for school in September. I could just conjure another one, she thought, remembering last night. Reassured by that thought, and eager to practise the spell again, Hermione reached for her wand.
Thunk.
Her hazel eyes flew open in surprise. That was a lot faster than it had been last night, and the results were equally impressive. A pen had thudded softly onto her Arithmancy notes. This one, however, was different. It was banded with rose gold instead of silver, and the barrel of the pen was a marbled bottle green. It was also a slightly different shape to the one she had given Fred- instead of having a straight-sided barrel, hers was curved, which fitted her hand exactly. Satisfied, she smiled, tucked her wand back up her sleeve, and started to write out a complicated number chart.
She didn't notice the sun slowly creeping over the windowsill. She didn't notice the noises that heralded movement above her head. She didn't even notice the first early risers that came yawning down the stairs in search of sustenance.
As she turned over another piece of parchment in order to continue the confusing calculations, she noticed finally that the common room was slowly filling up. Glancing at her watch, Hermione realised that breakfast started in ten minutes.
"Hey, Hermione."
She jumped, turning in her chair to answer the familiar voice. "Morning Harry."
He took a seat next to her. "Did you even go to bed last night?"
"Yes!" Hermione squeaked defiantly, reaching to take her Arithmancy textbook.
"I don't know how you can possibly like that subject, it looks awful."
Paying no notice, Hermione rolled up her calculations and number chart and put them in her already straining bag. She shut the Arithmancy book and tucked it safely under her arm. "Breakfast?"
"You go. I said I'd wait for Ron."
"I'll save you a seat."
"Thanks, Hermione. We've got Hagrid first, right?"
"Yeah. I wonder how the Flobberworms are."
Harry shuddered. "At least it's better than him getting us to train dragons to dance or something stupid."
"I have a feeling that might have been more interesting though."
Harry laughed. "Go on, get some breakfast Hermione. I'll see you in a minute."
Hermione left him standing in the corner of the common room looking awkward and alone, as she hurried down towards the Great Hall
"Hey, Hermione."
"Hi Dean, Neville." She slotted in beside them on the bench and reached for the basket of rolls on the table.
"Where's Harry?"
Hermione shrugged. "Waiting for Ronald."
Dean laughed. "He's going to be ages then. Ron was just waking up when we left. Jam?"
"Thanks Dean." Hermione took the proffered jar and liberally spread her roll with strawberry jam. Opening her Muggle studies book, she started to read.
"Morning all," a voice said, as a warm body- or three- slotted in beside the third years.
A grin quirked up the corner of Hermione's mouth. "Morning, Fred, George, Lee."
"Hey, Neville, pass the bacon, will you?" George leant forward, around his twin as the younger student shakily passed the plate along the table. Lee rescued the platter before it went crashing onto the table.
"Cheers."
The fifth years ravenously started to eat as if they'd never see food again. Hermione took another bite of her roll and turned back to her textbook.
"Hey guys," Harry said, arriving to a basket containing two rolls and a platter that only bore the traces of bacon fat to remind them of the food that had just been decimated. He shrugged philosophically. "Guess it'll be toast this morning."
"Oi, guys, where's all the bacon gone?"
"You should wake up earlier then, Ronniekins, if you want breakfast." George lazily lobbed the last roll at him.
"Hey!"
"What?" George looked innocent. "Did you want pumpkin juice with that?"
"Oh, shut up."
The rest of the group burst into laughter as George threatened to send a glass of pumpkin juice over Ron's head with a wave of his wand.
Under cover of the good natured bickering Hermione had managed to sneak two rolls into her bag. That should do for the morning. "Lee, could you pass the fruit, please?"
The bowl came flying down the table with such speed that Hermione was terrified it was going to smash into her- then Fred stuck out his hand and caught it with the unerring skill of a Quidditch player.
"Be careful Lee. Third years don't function well in the mornings."
Cue the annoyed response from Harry, Ron, Dean and Neville.
"Thanks, Fred," Hermione whispered.
"No problem."
She took an apple and bit into it, relishing the tart crunch of the fruit. A mug of coffee appeared by her right elbow.
"I wanted one, so I assumed-"
Hermione took the mug thankfully. "Thanks, Harry." She took a deep draught, marvelling at the way it revitalised her body. Taking another apple and tucking it into her robe pocket, she glanced at her watch.
"What time is it?" Neville asked.
"Ten to."
"Awh," went the chorus around the table.
"Damn, we have Snape."
"Care of Magical Creatures."
Hermione drained her coffee and packed her Muggle Studies book back into her bag, and with the rest of the third years, stood to leave the table.
"Hermione!"
She turned around, looking at Fred.
"Do you want us to wait, Hermione?" Harry said.
"I'll catch up. Shouldn't be long."
Hermione moved back to the table, where Fred was standing. "Yes?"
"You dropped this."
He held out the fountain pen, and she took it gratefully.
"Thanks, Fred."
"Great spell work." He grinned. "I'll catch you later, okay?"
"Okay. Good luck with Snape, by the way."
The Weasley chuckled. "He doesn't mess with us too often. He knows that we can top him if we want to. The whole class is on our side, after all."
"True." Hermione glanced at her watch. "I've got to go."
"Bye Hermione."
"Bye Fred." She watched him leave before tuning to hurry after Harry and Ron.