Chapter Five- The Sun Finally Shines a Little on Hermione Granger

Chapter Five- The Sun Finally Shines a Little on Hermione Granger

(A:N/ I am going to be gone for a week to go on a camping trip so I am going to be a little off on my chapters. I apologize! Please review. The more you review the more inspiration I get. Who knows? If I don't have inspiration I might not ever finish. Gasp Shock Horror I love all the fans who have favorited my story. You make me happy and as soon as I can get back to my email I will name you personally! Love you- Katie "The Great" () Yes I realize I just introduced blackmail….I apologize. Kind of.

The next morning at breakfast Ronald Weasley sipped his cranberry juice and watched a girl sitting ahead oh him frantically commit everything she read to memory. He sighed and looked at Harry. The two boys gave each other a little smile that said that they were happy to see her recovering so well, she was re-becoming Hermione Granger. Ron was happy. He hated seeing her upset in any way at all. He felt so helpless watching her like that. He never knew the right things to do or say and probably just upset her even more with his feeble attempts. Man, he sure was an incompetent person.

While Ron was wallowing temporarily in self pity Harry was looking over at Hermione. Underneath the brim of her sleeve where it had come up looked like a scab. He stared for a few more seconds trying to decide whether or not it was even worth mentioning. He decided against it though waving it off as a scratch from Crookshanks. Probably over something like Hermione not petting her while she was trying to study. That cat was vicious and expected everyone to do what she wanted on her time. Harry picked up the banana off his plate and unpeeled it, bored, imagining himself at the world cup. He was flying around on his broom at hyper-speeds. There were bludgers flying around him and the opposing sneaker was gaining speed on him. All of the sudden the snitch took a nosedive, which Harry followed. He was on its' tail and was about to close his rough hand around the smooth metal ball when someone called his name and brought him from his daydream. Harry looked up annoyed. In his fantasy the stands were screaming his name, he was about to win and his team would have been ecstatic.

Hermione and Ron were looking at him like there was something wrong with him. Harry looked back slightly offended that no one could even daydream anymore. "Harry…" Ron said wondering why the boy wasn't speaking.

"What?"

"What were you doing? We looked over and your jaw was nearly on the floor and your eyes went glassy."

Harry turned pink, "I was just thinking. What did you want?"

Hermione piped in, "We are going to walk over to charms. We figured you would want to come to avoid looking like a git sitting here by yourself."

Harry rolled his eyes and gathered his things. The trio walked off together in silence to their morning of lessons.

Hermione picked up her quill and dipped it into the deep red ink. She pressed the tip onto a piece of fresh parchment. She used hurried fluid movements to scrawl out notes. All very readable though. That was just the way she was.

She was picking up every important part of Flitwicks' lesson when a knock sounded upon the door.

She looked up along with the rest of her class to see who was interrupting. Flitwick rushed over to the door as fast as his squat little legs would go. He shouted for the person to come in and finally arrived at the doorway as it was opening. There stood Hagrid. He was whispering to Flitwick about needing his help, that the situation was urgent. Hermione was close enough to the door that she heard parts of the conversation. Something was said about a creature sitting on Hagrids' roof. Hermione leaned in towards the door and heard the words "ripping", "roof", "throwing", and "head". Hermione passed it off as another Hagrid incident and sat her head on her desk.

Flitwick called to the class that he would return in a few minutes, that there was a situation that needed his attention. He asked them to remain relatively quiet as he addressed the issue.

Hermione laid her head down on the wooden desk in front of her. She was exhausted. That morning she woke up to Ginnys' stirs. She then shook Ginny awake and after Ginny left she started to slowly get herself ready for the day. As she peeled off her nightgown she looked at her stomach. It was swollen and red. The cuts looked angrily back at her. She had sighed and put on her clothing deciding to ignore the M-O-M for now.

Harry and Ron walked over to Hermiones' desk and stared at her. She noticed their presence but still chose to keep her head down since it felt heavy and frankly she was too tired to move it. Harry pondered for a moment before raising his hand and waving at Hermione with a very small wave. Then he asked, "Know what this is?"

Hermione scooted her head up and looked at the ebony-haired boy. "What?"

Harry smiled and retorted, "It's a micro-wave. Get it?" He giggled in a very little-boyish way and Hermione was forced to smile at his pathetic attempt for her attention.

Ron sat with a blank expression on his face for a few moments and then looked at his friends with a confused expression on his face. "I don't get it" Harry looked at him and sighed. He started to explain to Ronald what the joke meant, which took a little while considering Ron was a pure-blooded wizard who didn't ever know what a microwave was much less that it existed.

In the midst of it all Hermione stared off into space and tuned out her friends. She was now debating whether she should get out her charms book and resume studying or if she should get out her transfiguration book and start studying.

She decided on transfiguration since she had already studied the section they were working on in charms and she had double transfiguration after lunch.

She sighed as she lifted up her body off of the desk and leaned down into her bag for her book. After lugging it onto the desk Hermione started to memorize. If she could get the theory down then she would practice the incantations later to ensure the mastery of the subjects. McGonagall would be proud of her dedication soon enough.

Ron eventually grasped the concept of the "microwave" and started to openly stare at Hermione. He was looking at the contours of her face. It was beautiful. Looking at her eyes made him want to swim in them for the rest of his life. They were intense, as if they could see through everything. They showed that she had seen a lot. She had too with all of the adventures that they went on. She held pain in her eyes. It was obvious where that came from. But they also held a light that Ron knew was her hope for a better tomorrow. He then looked at her perfect nose. It pointed up but only a little. It was a perky, rather cute nose. He stared at her mouth yet and imagined what it would be like to kiss her. He guessed that she would be good kisser but wouldn't know it. She would be purposeful yet shy. It would be perfect. Ronald was so fixated at staring at her and daydreaming that he almost didn't notice that she was looking at him.

He shook his head, "What?"

Hermione smiled. "Do I have something on my face?"

Her hands started to cover up her mouth as she smoothed at her teeth with her pink tongue.

Ron laughed and said that he just was looking at the small, almost invisible, scar on her forehead. He noticed it at the end of last year but just never mentioned it. Now it was the perfect cover.

"Oh, it's from the Whomping Willow."

Ron nodded slowly and turned away to stare at a blank wall. Harry leaned over to her and whispered, "Were you really staring at that scar?"

Ron sighed and shook his head. Harry knew that he had been lying. He also knew that he didn't have to talk about it if he didn't feel up to it and right now he didn't feel up to it.

Ron and Harry sat down on the edge of Hermiones' desk since she moved the book into her lap for a more comfortable position. They looked down to see what she was studying. After they realized it was transfiguration they became very bored very quickly and looked away.

A few minutes later squat, little Professor Flitwick came back into the classroom. Quickly and obediently Hermione sat her book down and resumed her note-taking position. The rest of the class members groaned and scurried back to their desks. No one was really excited to start class again, as expected.

Professor Flitwick was now sporting a dark gash on his cheek and Hermione gasped. She raised her hand and waited patiently for him to call on her.

"Professor, would you like me to fetch Madame Pomfrey?" Flitwick shook his head and explained that one class was let out he would heal himself. That it was an easy procedure. Hermione sighed and looked in concern at her professor. She would have to get the details from Hagrid later.

The lecture continued and all the students had to demonstrate their ability to do the veilavisable charm which allowed them to turn medium-sized objects, such as a small dog or a small chair, invisible. Most of the students were able to complete it without much difficulty. Ron struggled his first time but then successfully showed his competence the second time.

By the end of class Hermione had answered all of the questions directed at her but one and even volunteered a few answers to open questions. This class period was turning out much better then the one the day before.

Once the trio left the classroom they agreed to walk down to Hagrids' hut. He would be expecting a visit by now anyways.

A:N/ Sorry this is SO short! I have been really busy with the camping trip. (I was a leader and watching a lot of small children) I am very tired which I am using a an excuse for the lengh of this chapters. If it helps to redeem me a little I do have plans for Hermione coming up. I just need inspiration to get there. Sigh See you later!

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