Dawn broke outside the windows of the Gryffindor common room. Four figures lay crumbled around the room: A scrawny, red-haired boy was asleep in an armchair, with a girl, pretty except for her bushy brown hair, in his lap. Another redhead, this one a girl, younger-looking than her male counterpart, with longer and lighter hair. She lay curled up on another chair, her head buried underneath her arms. The fourth person, a lanky boy with unruly black hair, stirred as he woke up, leaning against the girl's chair.

"Gin," He spoke, brushing his messy black hair out of his face with one hand, revealing a lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

The girl above him rubbed her eyes with tiny, balled-up fists. "What Harry?… Huh? Why are you in my dorm? Has the staircase been disenchanted?"

Harry shook his head with a grin. "Ginny, stop rubbing your eyes and actually use them. We're in the common room."

"What? Was I sleepwalking?"

"Not unless you can dress yourself in your sleep… Though I must admit it looks like you did."

Ginny looked down at her clothes: White blouse, top button undone, red and gold striped tie, too loose and threatening to slip off her slender shoulders, and a grey knee-length skirt, crumpled and wrinkled. "Did I sleep in my uniform?" She glanced at the others, all also wearing their uniforms.

Harry patted the girl's head, commenting, "You're an observant one."

The pair laughed, until they were interrupted by the other boy's cry of "Blimey, Gin, get out of our dorm!"

"Good morning to you, too, Ron." Ginny rolled her eyes at her brother.

Harry quirked an eyebrow, commenting, "Does not looking at your surroundings run in the family or something?"

Ron blinked, puzzled, and looked around the room.

It was at this time that the girl in his lap woke up. "Hey, why are we in the common room?"

Ginny climbed over the arm of her chair, straightening out her clothes. "Beats me."

Hermione surveyed the group, then after a moment of silence concluded, "We fell asleep here. Sometime between 7 and 8 o'clock."

Ron stared at her in awe. "How'd you figure that out?"

Hermione chuckled, shrugging her shoulders as Ron draped his arms around them. "Well, I got this cup of tea at seven. And barely any of it's gone. So it couldn't have been long after that we fell asleep." She motioned at the teacup beside her on the coffee table.

"I'm dating a genius," Ron murmured happily. Hermione blushed furiously.

Ginny frowned, pacing back and forth across the floor. "Why'd we all fall asleep, though?" She directed this question at Hermione, though it was Harry who piped up with an answer.

"Tranquilizers?" He offered.

Hermione looked, startled, at him. A smile flickered across her lips. "I think Ginny's the one dating a genius."

"You mean you actually think…"

Ron's eyes darted between the two of them. "Wait," he sputtered, "What's a tranquilizer?"

Ginny stuck her tongue out at her brother as she roamed the room. "You're hopeless."

Hermione shot Ginny a look and the younger girl sighed in defeat. Hermione smiled and explained, "It's a muggle thing. Kind of like the…"

"Drought of the living dead." Ginny interrupted, standing across the room by the teakettle. "'Mione, that wasn't cream and sugar you put in our tea last night."