An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“You seem...distracted?" It hadn’t been meant as a question but Harry was unable to come up with a solution that made the assertion seem less prying.
Hermione lifted her head, seemingly roused from whatever daze had captured her. She gave a heaving sigh, almost melancholic in a way.
"It's nothing, really. I expect the Christmas holiday will do me some good,” she responded in an unconvincing tone of voice, her eyes not meeting Harry’s.
“I’m sure that’s the case,” Harry conceded in a similar reluctance. “But I expect something is the matter if you’ve been stuck on the same page for the past twenty minutes.”
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Or, ‘Twas the night before the Winter Holidays and Harry and Hermione find each other still awake in the Gryffindor Common Room
[a christmas-y one shot to get me out of my writing slump]
