Fred and George have detention. Hermione has never been more grateful to hear that. She won't have to face HIM tonight. She promises herself that if she hasn't figured out what actually happened last night by tomorrow, she'll tell Harry and Ron everything she remembers. She goes to bed early, her homework finished, not wanting to risk running into the twins. She hurries upstairs to her bedroom, suddenly exhausted. She pulls on her pyjamas, and crawls into bed. Pulling the covers up to her chin, she begins to think about what happened last night. This time, though, she makes herself think even further back, to being locked out. Most of those memories have been overwhelmed by one powerful sensation: Cold. Deep, bone-chilling cold. But she has a vague memory of opening the castle door and beginning her walk toward Gryffindor tower. Then she remembers passing out, and waking up next to Fred. She is still puzzled, so she tries to dissect each thing she can remember, remembering a test-taking strategy she taught herself. Then, right in the middle of this exercise, the tendril of thought hits her. It worms it's way into her mind, and doesn't let go. What if Fred never did anything wrong? Maybe he found her, passed out, cold, near death, and saved her. This seems like the most likely solution, and is the one she wants most desperately to believe. She doesn't want to believe Fred capable of taking advantage of anyone, so as she drifts off to sleep, she decides not to.