lucky
A/N : I think this fic took the least amount of time, despite the fact its not actually too bad a size for a one shot, sooo…. uh yay
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Hermione’s day was going, in a word, poorly.
Very poorly
She couldn’t fall asleep until 3 am, So she automatically didn’t want to get up. Almost any other Saturday she’d be able to stay in bed a few more hours, but today was a Hogsmeade weekend. Not only that, but today she’d get to see Ron.
As she did get up She realized it was quite cold, she had forgotten a warming charm last night and her wand was almost across the room.
fun.
She got up and dressed, and left for the common room to study a bit before the Hogsmeade trip
And then, of course, on the second to last step,
She tripped.
She hit the floor and bent her wrist an odd way, nothing bad, but she was still in pain, Though more embarrassed than anything.
Luckily there were only a few people in the common room and gladly were mature enough to either stiffle their laughter or they didn't find it funny.
”You alright, Hermione?” A sixth year girl asked
“Yes—fine.” Hermione answered as she got up and picked up her books
She walked over to her Favorite chair and sat down, opened a book, and started reading up on a subject of Transfiguration that she was oddly enough, having trouble with.
She couldn't get it.
So she went from annoyed to angry in the span of 30 Minutes, As a result of that, she couldn’t focus.
A couple more people came downstairs and one other Seventh year Girl asked Hermione
“Hey, I don’t mean to bother you, but do you get this?”
And of course it was exactly what she didn't get.
She was already pissed about how people always labeled her as the line for something being hard. It's like if Hermione doesn't get it on the first try, people label it as impossible.
She calmed herself down before answering and said “No. sorry.” She didn't mean for it to still sound so cold but it did. That was bad enough before someone else asked her the exact same thing about the exact same subject.
“No— I don’t, Sorry.” She said, quite tense
It seemed as though everyone came downstairs in a pack about to leave for
Hogsmeade so Hermione kept her eye out for Ginny as they were planning to walk together, Ginny was about the last person downstairs before They all left.
“Hey, sorry i'm late, Julia took forever in the shower,” Ginny said as she rolled her eyes
“Oh. Okay— Whatever.” Hermione said as she tried not to get angry at the both of them
Although apparently it came out wrong Because Ginny said “Wake up on the wrong side of the bed and fall into a pit of sticks?”
“Very funny,” Hermione said before she Recapped Her morning to Her. Then added “I think I have bad luck this morning.”
“I thought you didn't believe in luck and stuff like that?”
“Not sure anymore.” Hermione said with a short laugh
“Maybe you used up all your luck this week.”
“What on earth could that mean?”
“Maybe the fact that Ron and Harrys Auror training break lines up perfectly with our Hogsmeade weekend?”
Hermione contemplated. “Fair, but still, Ron said Your Guys’ Mum wants to see him first and somehow Harry managed to get out of it So I won't even get to see Ron until later!”
Ginny took a moment Before saying “So you're mad about having to be a third wheel for about an hour?”
“Maybe? I think I'll just spend some time alone before He gets here though.”
Ginny made an Mkay sound and it was fairly quiet the rest of the walk.
Hermione and Ginny parted when Hermione saw a New-ish bookstore in Hogsmeade, And she wanted to go check it out.
There was a short line to get in and Hermione figured it'd move quickly, it was a bookstore anyway. She stood there for 10 minutes and the person in front of her was moving very slowly, there wasn’t even anyone in front of him anymore.
She got angry again.
She looked around for nothing specific but did find something that caught her eye so she went to the desk to buy it, almost everyone in front of her had five books or more and there was only one person in the store who was running from helping customers to checking them out which was quite a process when there was a long line.
She had been in the line Almost Thirty minutes now, and the line was hardly moving, she really didn’t want to spend the entirety of this trip in this bookstore (which felt utterly ridiculous of her to think)
So she put the book back and left.
Now, despite the fact it was -4 degrees, she needed to cool down.
That's how mad she was.
so she got an idea. steering off of hogsmeade, she made her way up a hill, felt that the snow was soft, and let herself fall into it in a starfish-like position.
Common sense told her that this was a bad idea, that she could get frostbite or something, but it felt good actually.
she didn't know how long she was there until she heard Harry's voice “What is she doing?” Hermione guessed Ginny gave a shrug before saying “It seems she needed to cool down figuratively, so she’s now a starfish in the snow, literally.”
“I still feel like punching someone.” Came Hermione's muffled voice from the snow
“Why did you need to cool down?” Harry asked
“Multiple things” Hermione said, still muffled
“I wouldn't press it.” Ginny advised to harry in a loud whisper
“Hermione, Hermione, Hermione” Ginny and Harry said as they jumped around her.
“Hermione, Hermione, Hermione”
Hermione was now smiling, but she would never admit it.
“Hermione, Hermione, Hermione,” A third person joined in,
“Hm, I like that voice,” Hermione said, turning her head.
“Hey, love,” Ron said.
“Hi,”
“If you still feel like punching someone, Let it be one of them.”
Hermione laughed, a sort of laugh Ron could only make her sound.
He helped her up and her arms flung around his neck to hug him.
“I missed you.” Hermione said quietly
“I missed you too.”
Just as she was about to give him a kiss, a snowball flew across their view.
“Damn it! I missed!” Ginny said angrily.
Ron gave Hermione a far-too-fast-for-her-liking kiss, and used his wand to send about a dozen snowballs toward Ginny and Harry
“Hey, Those could’ve knocked me over!” Ginny Yelled.
“That’s the point!” Ron yelled back, Before Harry began yelling as well “Why’d you throw them at me?! She was the one who threw the one at you!”
“Because you are far too associated with her for my liking.” Ron answered sportively
They all laughed, and as they tried to pelt each other with snowballs, Hermione Remembered just how lucky she really was to have all of this, to have all of them.
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