Hermione's Secret
She loved it, dark and strong, what more could one want? She loved the things that would happen to her, her insides fluttering and her mind stirring. She had a passion now, a secret obsession no one could know about. It had power over her very soul, giving her energy and life. This small pleasure stemmed all the way back to her first years at Hogwarts, something to keep her striving at the pace of perfection.
There were nights when she hated it as well. Those silver nights when she'd toss and turn on her pillow, sleep denied to her, until the sun finally roused the rest of her dorm mates for classes. She hated the times when she would ramble incoherently, a bundle of nerves on fire. It made her stomach tie itself in knots and her appetite would fail. Her health often suffered dreadfully because of her hated love.
Hermione weighed all these things in her mind as she observed the object of her obsession. Sighing to herself, she reached for the coffee pot to pour herself yet another cup. Sometimes she wondered if there was some sort caffeine users anonymous group.