"Hey Hermione, wake up!"
A teasing voice dragged the bushy-haired girl out of her deep slumber with a groan. She refused to open her eyes, and pulled the blankets more securely around her shoulders.
"C'mon Herms. You said you wanted to be up at the crack of dawn so we don't miss the train," the young male voice cajoled.
Hermione acceded to that logic, and reluctantly peeled one eye open. Her field of view was obscured by a pale white shape. Her sleep-fogged brain tried to make sense of the white roundish shape. A shape that had a line down the middle-
"WAAAAUGH!" Hermione flopped and scrambled frantically across her bed in the opposite direction.
"RON!" She shrieked as she tumbled off the far side of her bed in a tangle of sheets and blankets. Harry and Ron roared with laughter.
"You said you wanted to be woken up at the crack of dawn!" Harry gasped through his laughter.
"Crack of dawn," she cried out. "Not the crack of Ron's-" she broke off flushing bright red with anger and embarrassment. She scrambled to her knees and started throwing pillows at them as they rushed out of her room.
As the door slammed behind them, she noticed the bright edge of the sun just peeking over the horizon.
"Boys," she sighed.