When Hermione heard the incessant rapping on her window, she immediately wanted to kill whoever sent the bloody owl this early. She groggily made her way over to the window, opening it allowing the bird to fly in and drop her letter in her hand. Hermione's brow scrunched when she found that it was not the Daily Prophet in her hand before searching for a clock. Five-o'clock. Yes, murder seemed to be a reasonable punishment for this disturbance.
The young witch fed the brown owl a treat before it flew away and she could close the window. When she obtained her letter opener, Hermione sat on her bed, feet hanging off the side, and began opening her letter.
Hermione,
I have sent letters to everyone this morning asking that we all arrive at the ministry at eight-thirty so we can wish one another luck before heading into our impending doom. I am, as to be expected, extremely nervous about today's events. Whatever this exam holds will determine my life forever. Who will the Ministry pick for me? What if it's not Harry? I almost think that I would rather face Voldemort and his league of deatheaters again then to do what we will be doing in four hours.
Regardless, I will stop my rambling for now. Meet us at the Ministry fountain at eight-thirty.
Thank you,
Ginny
Hermione flung back on her bed, the letter still in her hand. She guesses that she wouldn't be killing Ginny if only out of pity. She brought the letter back to her face and let out a humorless chuckle, Ginny could be overdramatic when she wished. Hermione looked to the clock again and found it useless to go back to sleep. She decided, instead, that she would just get ready for the day ahead.
Hermione stepped into the Ministry at precisely seven-o'clock. Making her way to the elevators, Hermione wanted to reach her office and complete a few tasks before meeting her friends at eight-thirty. She greeted a couple of colleagues on her way in her office, finding her desk quickly, and got to work. She first sent a memo to her supervisor reminding him that she was required to take the comprehensive exam and would be absent until its completion. The she emptied her briefcase, gathering the papers that she had stuffed in there the day before and examined them.
By the time eight-fifteen rolled around, Hermione had completed most of what she had set out to do that morning and began making her way down to the rendezvous spot. Upon reaching her destination, she saw numerous red heads standing about before she was engulfed in an overpowering hug. Hermione spat out red hair and brought her hand to her attacker's shoulder, signaling that they needed to loosen up a bit. The red-haired girl pulled back and looked at Hermione with unshed tears, "I am so glad you are here, Hermione." She smiled a bit and then turned to the people standing behind her. "I think everyone is here. I just wanted to say that I wish everyone good luck and hope that the results from the exam are decent." Ginny smiled tensely at everyone before she began throwing herself at her brothers (and Harry and Hermione) wishing them luck.
Noting the time, the group made their way to the room that the exam was to be taken in. With one last fleeting glance at each other, they walked in nervous, but determined, to face this new struggle head on. Hermione only prayed that fate would be kind.