A Hermione Drabble - 101 Words
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me

“Aren't you the slightest bit concerned?”

Hermione shrugged.

It was difficult to be motivated when the world was falling down around you.

Of course, for others, the opposite was true. They fought and screamed and exhausted themselves trying.

Hermione was just too tired.

She wanted to live a little, wanted to abandon worries and theories and problems.

She just wanted to lay in a pair of warm arms.

Ron had kissed her all night, beginning at her nose and finishing somewhere near her toes.

Disaster struck.

And the only question anyone could ask was if she was at all concerned.