Room 308, Wednesday night
Dec. 19th, 2007 09:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smartestoneIt was finals week, so Hermione, of course, was hard at work studying, poring over notes and looking through books and while she had gotten quite used to the way things were done at Hogwarts, she was sickly gleeful at the usefulness of highlighters.
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you I-
Hermione's eyes went wide as she realized exactly what song that was, and shook her head as if trying to dislodge it. Of course, it didn't work, and after the song started repeating itself on loop in her head, she found herself blushing furiously. Even if she wasn't doing anything, this was not the sort of thing you wanted a random telepath to pick up on. So she committed the cardinal sin of studying: she turned on the radio. Because any song she heard had to be better than this.
[I'm SO sorry. The idea got stuck in my head, much like the god damn song, and I couldn't not. Establishy.]
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you I-
Hermione's eyes went wide as she realized exactly what song that was, and shook her head as if trying to dislodge it. Of course, it didn't work, and after the song started repeating itself on loop in her head, she found herself blushing furiously. Even if she wasn't doing anything, this was not the sort of thing you wanted a random telepath to pick up on. So she committed the cardinal sin of studying: she turned on the radio. Because any song she heard had to be better than this.
[I'm SO sorry. The idea got stuck in my head, much like the god damn song, and I couldn't not. Establishy.]
