"Hermione? Wake up, sweetheart."
Hermione slowly sat up and blinked the sleep out of her eyes. "Fred?"
"Yes, 'Mione. Fred to the rescue." The redhead smiled amiably. If he was extra nice, maybe she would forget the fact that he'd swapped her usual concentration potion out with just enough Draught of Living Death to help her sleep through the night instead of her usual routine, which was staying up until two in the morning and waking up two hours later to work on a personal project. What could he say? She needed sleep, just like everyone else.
"In case you were wondering, yes, I do remember my concentration potion smelling suspiciously like Draught of Living Death." She smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. As they broke apart, she gasped, "But...I forgive you."