A.N. - So, I know this is beyond short. And I haven't updated in a good bit. For me anyways. I started a new school, and I'm trying to get used to that, and it's alot more school work, so I'm trying to prioritze. And not procrastinate. So anyways, it's starting to get a bit more interesting. I have this completely planned out, so I know which parts I'm going to be writing next. Which is good. Cause these next parts should be very interesting. :-D

Enjoy!

Hermione watched the coffee drip slowly into the pot. Normally she didn't do caffeine, but her recent rediscovery of books had led her to needing to stay up all night. Which required the caffeine. Thus, here she was. Sitting here, waiting for her coffee to be done.

Slowly her eyes drifted out of focus, and her thoughts overwhelmed her, like they normally did. She could barely hear Ginny's giggles and Harry's chuckles from the dining room.

Harry.

She was sorry she couldn't comfort him more. She just hurt so much still. But he hurt too. It was just so hard. Moving on seemed like the only thing to do, and the worst thing to do.

She just felt so damn guilty.

The coffee pot beeped at Hermione and she methodically started to pour herself a cup. There was a book about a handsome ancient Egyptian wizard that was calling her name.

Warm water, silky bubbles, and the scent of vanilla candles overrode all her senses for awhile.

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Hermione had long since finished her book, and her bath. But she didn't want to go to bed. The nightmares tortured her. She considered going and getting herself another cup of coffee, but she didn't want to wake Harry up. Pulling open her bedside drawer, she took out that orange bottle and let it roll on her palm. What could it hurt? She popped three into her mouth and swallowed them dry. She lay down on her back and stared at the ceiling until she didn't have to think anymore.

Later, her eyes drifted open lazily. She was still in bed. Someone had put a cover over her, and the light had been switched of. She wrinkled her nose. What happened to the locking spell she put on the door? Hadn't she put a charm on the door? In her haze had she forgotten? Just as she was starting to pull the covers off of herself, the door handle turned. She quickly shut her eyes again. Better to feign sleep than to engage in conversation with someone who only had pity for her.

Whoever it was stepped quietly towards her bed. They sighed. It sounded a lot like Ginny.

Hermione wished she would leave. But nothing she ever wished for came true. If it did, her life wouldn't be quite as fucked up.

"I wish you would come down here with me sometime. We haven't gotten to talk in awhile. Everyone misses you. And I know you aren't asleep."

Hermione wished the younger girl was less like her mother.

Ginny had already backed out of the room, taking the hint that Hermione wanted to be left alone.

She pulled the covers up over her head, and just closed her eyes.

She was never going to be able to fall back asleep now.

Her hand wanted to drift towards the painkiller bottle, but she'd had enough of those for one day. She kicked the overs off, and sat up.

Maybe she would try and act normal today.

His body ached. His mouth was full of cotton. His body would not respond to any commands he gave it. He thrashed violently. He screamed. Nothing happened. Suddenly, he was able to crack both his eyes open. Light filled his vision.

He quickly squeezed them shut, wincing at the pain caused by opening them. After a few moments recovering, he attempted it again. Slowly. The light still hurt, but not as badly. As more seconds passed, he was able to make out the room around him. It looked like...

No. He couldn't be here. This looked like the Room of Requirement. How had he gone from...

Wait. Where had he come from?

He attempted to wiggle his fingers. They did what he told them to. Thank God. Then he tried his toes. They worked too.

He sat up gingerly, wincing at how sore his muscles were. This was definitely the Room of Requirement. But how had he gotten here? He remembered Grimmauld Place. And fixing himself a butterbeer. And hearing from Snape that Voldemort had lured Harry to the Department of Mysteries...

What?!? He jumped up quickly, regretting his decision moments later. He rubbed his thighs, trying to understand why they hurt so much. He hadn't done anything strenuous lately. Had he? His memory seemed very fuzzy. He carefully took a fews steps towards the door, and when he found his legs hurt less and less with each step, took up a faster pace. He threw open the door, and when the familiar sight of Hogwarts met his vision, he sighed with relief. Maybe he would finally figure out what was going on.

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