Still struggling coming up with idea's for TPTA so here's more of Hermione for you :')

I don't own the character, the wonderfully amazing J.K. Rowling does ^_^

Hermione woke early, much before the other girls in her dorm. She put on the first set of clothes she came across and quietly left the room, making her way into the common room, which was empty when she entered. She picked up her Runes book that she had left there, sat down in one of the squashy armchairs and began to read. Soon, the Common Room filled and emptied and filled again, as people went to breakfast and others surfaced from their dormitories.

"Morning," said Harry, Hermione jumped.

"Harry! You startled me! Morning by the way," she replied, setting down her book.

"Jeez Hermione," said Harry looking at her eyes, "did you sleep at all last night?"

Hermione stuck her tongue out at him.

"Yes, I got a few minutes," Harry began to protest, "It's fine! Honestly," she gave him a small smile; she didn't want to talk about last night in a place where people could overhear. Harry sighed.

"Come on, let's get some breakfast, we can go for a walk round the lake, if you want to?" Hermione's smile widened.

"I'd love that" She rose from the chair and she and Harry made their way to the Great Hall; then with hands full of toast they walked out into the cold morning air.

They walked in silence for a few moments, too hungry to speak to each other. After almost all the toast had been eaten, Harry opened his mouth to speak.

"About last night Hermione, are you sure you're alright? You know you don't have to pretend with me, you can tell me anything" He slowed his pace, waiting for Hermione to look at him. She sighed heavily before replying.

"I know," she gave him another small smile, "I'm sure I'll be fine with some time, but it doesn't help that I have to be in a room with Lavender gossiping about me and about how 'gorgeous' Ron is when she thinks I can't hear," Hermione stopped taking a deep breath, the last thing she wanted now was to burst into tears, Harry didn't deserve that.

"If there was anything I could do so you didn't have to be in the same room as her I would do it for you" said Harry taking one of her hands in his and squeezing it tightly.

Hermione gave him a watery smile, holding back the tears she felt coming.

"Thank you, Harry, you're truly a brilliant friend" and with that she moved towards him, kissing his cheek and then hugging him tightly.

"Always here for you" he said, hugging her back, "come on let's go back inside, it's getting cold"

"Alright" she replied, and the two of them walked back to the castle hand in hand.

(Don't worry, it's not going to become a Harry/Hermione fanfic :L but it could possibly go that way? … but it isn't :D)

It was late on Friday night, Hermione was by herself in the Library, she had a very large essay to write from Ancient Runes and she was no where near finishing it. As time went on she found herself struggling to keep concentration and kept thinking about Ron and how she had been avoiding him all week, and how even though she hated him so much, she loved him so much more, and her more recent thought, who the hell was she going to ask to Slughorn's Christmas Party. She groaned out loud and she flung her books and essay into her bag.

"Something wrong, Granger?" said a voice from behind her, making her drop some of her books and spin around, her wand held high. She lowered it when she saw it was only Cormac McLaggen.

"Oh, it's you; I didn't think anyone else was in here" she said, picking up her books. He bent down picking up one of her books.

"It's me," he replied, "why would you think no one else would be here?" he asked, a smirk on his face.

"No one ever is, I've been here this late enough times to know that" she frowned at him, "can I have my book back please? I would like to get to bed,"

"No until you answer my question" he said.

"What question?" she asked becoming irritable; she thought he would only want to ask her out, again.

"What's the matter?" he said, taking her by surprise, "you look tired, almost to the point of being ill, you shouldn't stay in the Library this late if this is what it does to you" Hermione couldn't help but believe McLaggen really was concerned about her, she immediately softened towards him, and offered a small smile.

"I know, but even if I try to sleep early, I can't. I find doing homework or studying is a nice way to try and get things off my mind, even though it doesn't work all the time" she said, her smile fading.

"What's on your mind then? Maybe if you talked to someone about it, it would be easier to cope with" he stroked her cheek, Hermione instinctively moved away, feeling very hot and uncomfortable.

"It's okay, honest, can I have my book back now please?" she asked, not meeting his eyes.

"Sure, but if you ever need to talk to someone, someone new," he added, "you can talk to me," he handed her the book, "see you tomorrow, Hermione" and with that he left the Library. It took Hermione a moment to realise he had called her by her first name; she smiled slightly as she piled the other books into her bag and made her way to her dorm.