It was another late night in the library for Hermione. She was sitting alone at a long table near the back of the library. The library was completely empty at this time of night, but even if it wasn’t, the other students by this point knew to leave her alone while she studied, having almost bit off the head of the few who had dared interrupt her while she was preparing for her exams.
She only had another four weeks until exams and she was completely unprepared, or at least that’s how she felt. As much as Harry and Ron were her best friends, she just didn’t understand how they could be so blasé about sitting for a test that would determine what they would do for the rest of their lives. It was like they didn’t even care.
It was late and she was tired, and despite her commitment to knowing the material better than her professors, her mind was beginning to wander. It was only a week or so ago when Ron ingested that elven mead in Professor Slughorn’s office and ended up in the infirmary, and the memory of Ron mumbling out her name and squeezing her hand still rang a deep cord of desire within her. Every time she thought about Ron, she felt flush, her hand felt warm where he had squeezed, and heat rushed down to her panties. She kept distracting herself thinking about Ron’s body against hers and what he might do to her.