Harry awoke around midnight from a terrible dream; Voldemort attacking again! Sitting up, gasping, he noticed a shadow moving up his bed; long, curly hair visible in the moonlight.
"Shh," Hermione whispered, "it's okay." She snuggled up to him, kissing him on the lips gently. Her hands were moving towards his pyjama bottoms!
In surprise Harry grasped his wand, crying out, "Lumos!"
The room lit up, the soft glow revealing Ron, in a long, brown wig! "What?" Weasley asked.
Recoiling in horror Harry sat up in bed again. It was morning and the dorm was stirring.
Merlin! What a nightmare!