SUMMARY: Hermione, Harry, and Ron toil over a divinations assignment.
FEEDBACK: Always appreciated.
SPOILERS: BtVS, "Chosen."
WORD COUNT: 560
DISCLAIMER: The Harry Potter crew belongs to J.K. Rowling. BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
"Here, Harry," Hermione mumbled, dropping a pile of books on the library table. "I think we might be able to start our research with these."
"Start?" Ron asked, incredulously. "Start? You mean finish twice, right?"
"No, Ron, I mean start."
"Bloody hell," muttered Ron, settling into his seat for a long weekend in the library. "Could we at least go to The Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer first?"
"No! We've put this off long enough!" Hermione insisted, giving him a very stern look. "We only have three weeks to do this project because you two have this idea that mediocrity is good enough."
"Hermione, please," Harry interjected, holding up a hand. Ron gave a smug smile, but it was quickly wiped off his face when Harry added "You too, Ron."
"I can't see why we can't just make up our divinations like we did before," Ron groused, pulling a piece of parchment from underneath the books Hermione had unceremoniously dropped on the table moments before. Harry did the same, and after a few moments of hesitant silence, Hermione sat down and joined them. For hours, they sat there, flipping through the books and taking notes. Every now and then, Ron would break the silence with a witty comment about something he'd found while reading, and the group would stray from the assignment. They would return to the task at hand just as quickly, however, because if they strayed too long, Hermoine would get upset and become snippy. Ron and Harry, as much as they hated her change in demeanor when it came to schoolwork, silently appreciated her efforts, as it had kept them near the top of their class for their entire stay at Hogwarts.
"I've got nothing left," Hermione stated, after they had toiled for nearly four hours. "I'll go get some more books."
"More books?" Ron whined. He turned to Harry, who was idly using his wand to move the hair from his eyes. "Harry, have you seen her notes? She could write a codex of her own!"
"I know, I know," Harry watched Hermione retreat into the sea of shelves that was the Hogwarts library. "Just humor her. You know how she is."
"I can't take it anymore, Harry, do something!" Ron leaned back in his chair, exhausted. They sat for a moment, basking in the silence of their short, workless break.
"Here she comes," Harry warned Ron as Hermione approached the table with a new stack of books. Ron sat up straight in his chair and pulled out a fresh piece of parchment. Suddenly, there was a large clatter, and Harry was out of his chair.
"Hermione!" Ron shouted, leaping from his own seat and joining Harry on the ground next to Hermione and the books that were now scattered all over the floor. "Hermione, are you--"
"I'm fine," Hermione replied. A wave of energy had swept through her body, and she felt a newfound power within her bones and all through her body. She felt her heart flutter with a rush of adrenaline. She sat back on her heels and brushed her thick, curly hair out of her face with a shaking hand.
"Hermione, your hand--"
"I'm fine," she replied. "I'm more than fine."
And as Hermione gathered her books and returned to her assignment, Sunnydale, California fell from the maps half a world away.