I Thought You Were A Dementor (rewrite)

Chapter 3 - Not Like The Movies

Chapter 3

Hermione awoke the next morning in a bed so luxurious she felt like it was a marshmallow. Sighing with content, she rolled over and snuggled further into the warm embrace of the sheets. Then in struck her, she didn't know where she was. Bolting upright, Hermione surveyed the room. The flooring was rich, ebony wood and the walls were an immaculate white. Beautiful, exotic houseplants added splashes of colour to the room; sunlight streaming in through the window. Hermione slid out of bed, her uniform crumpled and her hair wild. She ached all over and her limbs were stiff. Taking a step forward, Hermione nearly tripped over her freshly polished shoes. She stared at them for a moment before slipping them on, spotting her school bag propped neatly on a table by the fire. Soot littered the ground, ash spilling from the fireplace. Hermione peered into her bag, breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of Tumble curled up cozily underneath the invisibility cloak; hopefully out of sight from whoever took her to this place.

Hermione gently picked up her bag, slipping it over her shoulder and taking care not Tumble's rest and finally calm demeanor. She picked up her robe from the end of the bed and slid it on, her back facing the door. She heard the door creak open but before she could even turn her aching body around it closed again, a little "oh shit." Was the only thing confirming that it even opened at all. Hermione hurried towards the door, flinging it open and stepping out into what appeared to be the seventh floor of Hogwarts. "Who took me to the room of requirement?" Hermione mumbled, watching the door behind her fade into stone. Hermione power walked through the corridors, not even sure where she was supposed to be at this time. Eventually, Hermione found out by a lovely catch up with Filch that it was indeed dawn and she was not in fact allowed to be 'getting up to mischief' in the early hours of the day, Hermione was ravishing, having missed dinner the previous night due to her unexpected abduction. The last thing she could even remember was the fight outside herbology, everything after that was a blur. Gryffindor tower was deserted at this time, it always seemed less homely when it was empty; as if the people carried the character and the spirit of what made it feel like home instead of the signature furnishings.

Hermione had a brisk shower, Tumble having his own little bubble bath in the sink beside her. Hermione didn't feel tired at all after her long, possibly drug induced slumber; who even knew what happened to her last night, it was just as if she had gone a little too far with the fire whiskey. The only place Hermione Granger would possibly go in her free time is the library, so in the early hours of that very morning Hermione Granger set off towards the library for some well deserved fun. Her whole body ached as she weaved through the shelves, scanning the isles for anything referencing dragon care. At last she had an armful of dusty books, breathing in the scent of old parchment as she wandered towards her favourite reading spot in an alcove toward the back of the library far away from where anyone could disturb her. Time flew by as Hermione read, her eyes darting across the page; absorbing the knowledge that the books bestowed upon her. Dragon's were incredibly complex creatures, Hermione had her work cut out for her if she was to care for Tumble properly.

"Miss Granger?" Madam Prince called, snapping Hermione out from her little world.

Hermione looked up at the soft faced woman, "yes?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt you my dear but it's time for breakfast." The librarian smiled fondly at Hermione who hurriedly packed up her things. Madam Prince was the only person in the entire world who shared Hermione's near obsessive adoration for literature of all kinds, many nights and days Hermione had spent with Madam Prince discussing the latest works from thousands of authors and recommending books to one another. Madam Prince was also fond of muggle literature which was something Hermione loved most about her, they always had something to say to one another.