A/N: For sick-atxxheart's 178 moods challenge at HPFC. Random characters, random moods, starting with Hermione, who is such a wonderful character in the books, I think. I like to think that every now and then, Hermione does get a little wistful about what she and Ron could be, and I wanted to portray that through this. I hope you like it, and remember, reviews are the only payment I receive.

Accomplished

Hermione felt accomplished. She had finished all her homework and had even revised a little for her exams (despite them being a few months away). She glanced around the library and realised that apart from a couple of Ravenclaw Seventh years deeply engrossed in books belonging to the Restricted Section, she was alone. She collected her books together and left the library, wondering how she had lost track of the time so easily.

In the busy common room she found Ron, fast asleep in an armchair by the fire, still in his Quidditch kit. She smiled fondly at the mud on his face and his soft snores and scanned the common room for Harry and Ginny. It seemed they had gone out for the evening. Who could blame them, Hermione thought. It was a lovely evening.

She sat down in the armchair beside Ron and watched his chest rise up and down as he breathed. She was so pleased that Ron had finally moved away from Lavender. Hermione didn't like to admit her feelings for Ron, even to herself, but seeing him with Lavender hurt her in ways that seeing Harry with Ginny could not.

She thought of Harry and Ginny and their wonderfully strong, blossoming romance. She could tell they'd get married, have children, probably, if everything went to plan in the war. She thought of their first kiss, so film-star-like and shocking. They were a vivacious couple, one everyone loved to watch.

Hermione looked across at Ron, who gave a loud rumbling snore, and thought of her own little romance with Krum, and the floundering one with Ron- if you could even call that a romance. Hermione didn't feel so accomplished anymore.