Ron Weasley groaned and slammed his head down on the table in the library, ignoring the odd looks of the people leaving around him. It was already dark outside, very close to curfew time, and the library was close to empty now, but Ron couldn't leave. He had fallen behind on his homework, and Hermione had been far too busy doing her own thing to help him out, whilst Harry had been in exactly the same situation. And so now here Ron was, stuck with 4 or 5 reports to write within the next 2 days, and he had absolutely no idea what to do. The table he was sitting at was covered in books, and he was so stressed and mixed up he'd forgotten everything he knew. Normally he'd be able to do this with enough time, but now he was panicked and the books were like gibberish to him. "Damnit.....what am I gonna do....? What the hell has Hermione been doing this past week? I've barely seen her outside of class....." He groaned and slowly sat up, grabbing another book in one hand, a quill in the other as he started to try and make notes, now totally alone in his little section of the library. He could hear a few people still far off near the library entrance, but he had tucked himself away in a corner to try and avoid being seen, or disturbed.