In The Name Of Love || Hermione Granger

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| HABITS OF MY HEART by Jaymes
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Today, Amelia was going to attend her first Defence against the Dark Arts lesson. She had never seen her teacher, Remus Lupin, but he seemed friendly. He was very reserved, always dressed with old, scratched clothes, and his face was scarred, but she could sense something inside him. It was like she had known him forever.

As usual, she hadn't gotten more than two or three hours of sleep. Thus, her appearance this morning was very close to a ghost. "Merlin!" Ginny exclaimed when she spotted her in the Great Hall. "You scared the shit out of me! You look awful, Black."

"Ginny!" Granger berated her, nudging her side. "Don't say these things. It isn't polite."

"No, no," Amelia sniggered, "she is right. I don't mind it."

The older girl studied her features for a moment. "You don't look so... bad," she hesitated.

"Well, thank you, Granger," Amelia giggled lightly, "but I look horrible."

The redhead today was feeling particularly humours cause she kept teasing Amelia about her look. "Are you sure that you and Harry aren't a thing?" She asked, making Amelia roll her eyes while she was grabbing a piece of bread from a plate.

"Again with this story!" She sighed. "I told you: Harry and I are just friends. He is the closest person I have other than Cedric," she added in a barely audible whisper. She hoped that they hadn't heard the last part. She didn't want them to know about her private things. "Anyway, why?"

Ginny indicated with a knife a point behind her. As she turned around, she was met with a rather tired Harry who was practically dragging himself around the castle. Why didn't he sleep? He left early the common room yesterday night, and she herself saw him heading towards his dorm. "Usually, I would have said that you stayed up snogging all night, but this time I won't," she added when she saw Granger's death stare.

"Merlin." it escaped from Amelia's lips as she observed Harry sitting next to her. She had some friendly competition regarding who had the darkest bags under the eyes.

"Good mor-ning," the boy said as he yawned, running his hands through his black hair, disheveling it even more than usual.

Ginny casted Amelia an interrogative glance to which the girl shrugged, not having a clue of what Harry had been yesterday.

"I was just telling Miss Black how scary she looked, but you aren't much better than her, Harry," the redhead commented.

"I couldn't sleep," Harry admitted. "What about you, Amy?"

She awkwardly straightened her position on the bench, chewing her toasted bread with all the calm in the world. "I never get enough sleep," she tried to say. "You are never too rested, and I have the stamina of a toddler, so..."

She stared at the boy on her left, but she could feel Granger's eyes on her. The older girl certainly had noticed how strange she acted whenever she had to go to sleep. One thing Amelia had to recognise to the bushy girl was that she was absolutely brilliant, so she couldn't hope not to have caught her interest in her behaviour.

Harry's hand landed on her leg, well knowing what she was going through, and Amelia put hers on his, softly squeezing it.

"Ava doesn't seem to make you sleep enough, Black," Ginny observed. "Maybe that is why you fainted the other day."

Good question. Why did she faint?

"I will make sure she gets enough sleep from now on," Granger instantly said, sliding the spoon into her yoghurt.