Narrator's POV
It is Harry, Hermione, and Ron's sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. (all the stuff in the sixth book never happened) It is October now, and everyone is asleep in their beds after a long and boring day.
Hermione's POV
(Dreaming)
Harry gracefully walks up to me and asks, "Why who are the two people in the picture you drew walking across the beach, holding hands?" I reply dreamily "You and I silly." From that point on I didn't know what he was saying because his soft, sensitive voice is just too distracting. The next thing I knew, I was being swept up in his strong arms and he carried me away, out of Hogwarts onto a unicorn galloping away off into the horizon…"
"Hermione!" Ron's nagging voice is forced to awaken me from my delightful dream.
"What!" I manage to say.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't know you were such a light sleeper."
"Yeah right."
"So anyway, the story is that you fell asleep on the couch in the Gryffindor common room and last night and potions starts in five minutes, so I thought I would take the common courtesy to wake you up." He said hurriedly, though acting like it was no big deal.
"WHAT!" I shriek even louder than before.
When I finally got to potions class, on inch shot on the assignment that was given last night for homework (for the first time in six years), I just happen to run into Snape.
"Why Miss Granger, why I suppose e are you not in the classroom with all of my other students?"
"I was running late."
"That is very unfortunate, I might suggest getting an alarm clock. 15 points from Gryffindor."
To top the morning off Snape took another 20 points for not have my homework completed, which knocked Gryffindor from second place to third for the house cup.
I was going to get that nasty git for waking me up so late…