What a night, I subconsciously think. I'd fallen asleep some time after eleven; I'd had a lot of homework. I still had some left, come to think of it. Better get to it. My eyes flicker open, and the sky is still dark – time to wake up. I yawn heavily, sit up, and look around. This isn't my dormitory, I realize. This isn't the common room either; I've never been here. Where am I?
I open my eyes more fully and take in the darkened scene in front of me. Heads I don't recognize lay motionless on pillows, and there is a chorus of snoring around me – hideous, loud snoring that sounds like the world's truck population starting up. I look to the floor next to me and I notice a boy, curled up against the draft in his covers, fast asleep. My heart melted at the sight – he was cold, so why wasn't he in bed?
A closer look tells me that this boy is James and a bit of common sense tells me that I'm in his bed. With a jolt, I become conscious of the fact that he must have taken me from the common room, put me in bed, and consequently slept on the ground. That was sweet; I feel guiltier than I can express in words.
I get out of his bed and shake James. He doesn't wake. I sigh, pull out my wand, and levitate him into the covers; I tuck him in and watch him cuddle up in an almost childlike manner. I smile slightly as I leave.
If anyone asks me, I still hate him, but in the safety of my own mind, I discover that I actually find him kind of nice. But only kind of.