The doors to the hall swung open with a bang as McGonagall lead in the first years to be sorted. They marched up, to the side of the head table, and McGonagall saw the dazed look on the faces of all of the people in the hall. Bemused, she shook her head deciding she'd just ignore it.

The Sorting Hat opened its brim in a passable imitation of a mouth and began to sing:

A thousand years or more ago,

When I was newly sewn,

There lived four wizards of renown,

Whose names are still well known:

Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,

Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,

Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,

Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.

They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,

They hatched a daring plan

To educate young sorcerers

Thus Hogwarts School began.

Now each of these four founders

Formed their own house, for each

Did value different virtues

In the ones they had to teach.

By Gryffindor, the bravest were

Prized far beyond the rest;

For Ravenclaw, the cleverest

Would always be the best;

For Hufflepuff, hard workers were

Most worthy of admission;

And power-hungry Slytherin

Loved those of great ambition.

While still alive they did divide

Their favorites from the throng,

Yet how to pick the worthy ones

When they were dead and gone?

'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,

He whipped me off his head

The founders put some brains in me

So I could choose instead!

Now slip me snug about your ears,

I've never yet been wrong,

I'll have a look inside your mind

And tell where you belong!

- J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

The hall exploded into applause. Soon, they quieted down again to wait for McGonagall to begin the sorting.

"Ackerly, Stuart!" McGonagall called out. The small boy climbed up onto the stool and McGonagall placed the hat on his head.

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Baddock, Malcolm!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Branstone, Eleanor!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Cauldwell, Owen!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Creevey, Dennis!" A very small boy, wrapped in Hagrid's coat, started shuffling towards the hat. He was dripping water on the floor as he moved. His small face protruded from over the collar, looking almost painfully excited. He caught Colin Creevey's eye, gave a double thumbs-up, and mouthed, I fell in the lake! He looked positively delighted about it. A few snickers could be heard from the crowd.

The hat was placed on his head, and it covered the top half of his face. His wide grin was still visible, though. After a full minute, the hat looked positively miffed.

"Gryffindor," the hat sighed. Dennis tried to race to his brother, forgetting he was still wearing the hat. Harry groaned, banging his head on the table. Hermione had trouble hiding her grin, so she buried her face into Harry's neck once he stopped hitting the table with his head. He slung an arm around her shoulders. This time, Neville, Seamus, and Dean looked even more confused at this show of affection, Harry and Hermione were never this forward in public. Lavender and Parvati looked positively giddy, leaning over to spread the gossip to Fay and Sophie. Ron was distracted, distraught at the lack of food, and therefore paid no attention to Harry, Hermione, or the sorting.

"Hey!" The hat exclaimed. "Where are you going with me?" The tiniest Creevey turned beet red and ran back up and placed the hat back on the stool.

"Sorry, Mr. Hat, I forgot," Dennis said contritely. The hat harrumphed. Dennis sprinted over to his brother and sat down, Hagrid's wet cloak making a squelching noise as it was sat on. McGonagall looked amused. She sighed and shook her head, chuckling.

"Dobbs, Emma!"

The sorting continued on until "Wolpert, Nigel!" was sorted into "GRYFFINDOR!" Dumbledore, still slightly dazed from the powerful obliviation, just clapped twice and the food appeared. Ron viciously tore into the food. Hermione spared him one look of disdain before turning back to Harry again, wrapping her arms around him and whispering something in his ear. Harry snorted, looked at Ron, and laughed quietly, burying his face in Hermione's mass of bushy hair. Everyone besides Ron looked at them strangely again.

Lavender leaned forward and looked at Hermione imperiously. Hermione returned her intense stare. Harry lightly elbowed Hermione and whispered, "We're going to have to tell them eventually, might as well do it now." Hermione arched an eyebrow at him. Harry looked at her imploringly. She sighed in defeat. Harry smiled and pecked her on the forehead. She turned back to Lavender.

"We're dating," she stated matter-of-factly. Lavender squealed.

"You're giving me ALL the details!" She exclaimed. Hermione gave Harry a dirty look as if this was his fault.

This attracted Ron's attention. "WPHWAPT?" He attempted to yell with food in his mouth, spraying it all over Dean, who was sitting across from him. Hermione snorted. He was a comical sight, food all over his robes, mouth full of food, chicken drumstick still in hand, halfway to his mouth. He quickly placed down the drumstick and swallowed his food. He wiped some grease off of his chin with the back of his hand.

"WHAT?" He yelled a bit more loudly. All eyes at the Gryffindor table snapped to him.

"Yes, Ronald," Hermione drawled, "I'm dating Harry. Now go back to stuffing your face and stop bothering us." The tips of Ron's ears started to turn red, a sign of an imminent Ron explosion. "Oh, and Ronald?" He met her eyes. "You might want to clean that later," she gestured to his robes. "That isn't a great look for you." He looked down at his robes and noticed the food coating it. He practically growled. Then, his stomach growled too, and all thoughts of Harry and Hermione fled his mind, trying the escape the stampeding herd of hippogriffs that was Ron's desire to consume food. He dug in again. Everyone grimaced and looked away.

Hermione wrinkled her nose in disgust and turned back to Harry. "Let's prank him extra hard this year," She whispered. Harry grinned.

"On it already, love," He said back. "Now, let's eat." He fed her a potato. Lavender swooned, and Hermione blushed and smacked Harry on the arm. Harry grinned rakishly. "I thought you liked being fed?" He teased. This only caused Hermione to turn redder. Soon, her blush receded, and she whispered something into Harry's ear, causing his eyes to glaze over and for a faint tinge of pink to become present in his cheeks.

"You aren't the only one who can tease, Mr. Potter," She warned cheekily. Harry smirked. He pinched her inner thigh and she squeaked. "Harry!" She whispered shrilly, "Not here!"

"I can tease just as well as you, Mrs. Potter," He whispered back, enjoying the furious blush that covered her previously normally colored face. "Look at us," He whispered, "Blushing like a couple of teens."

"We are a couple of teens," Hermione responded sweetly. Harry looked startled.

"Oh. Right." Harry swallowed involuntarily. "I'm going to have to get used to that again." Hermione just laughed at him. "Damn hormones…" He mumbled.

"What was that dear?" Hermione asked with a hint of a smile and a raised eyebrow.

Harry was saved from having to answer when Dumbledore clinked his spoon against his glass. He stood, and the hall quieted quickly. Once he had the hall's attention, he began the start of term announcements.

Dumbledore smiled. "So! Now that you are all fed and watered..."

"What does he think we are? Mules?" Harry whispered to Hermione. She giggled and leaned her head on his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist.

"...I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices."

"Mr. Filch has asked me to inform you that the list of forbidden items inside the castle has been expanded this year to include Fanged Frisbees, Screaming Yo-yos, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. I believe that the entire list is composed of four hundred and thirty-seven items, and can be viewed inside Mr. Filch's office, should you wish to examine it."

"As always, the forest is off bounds to the students, as is Hogsmeade to students under third year." Dumbledore smiled wistfully as if remembering more pleasant times.

"It is my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not be taking place this year…" Ron snarled angrily, Harry smirked, Hermione grinned, and the rest of the school gasped loudly. Fred and George had to collect their own jaws off of the ground, as they soundlessly gaped at the headmaster. Dumbledore motioned for the students to quiet down.

"This is due to an event that Hogwarts will be hosting this year in October, continuing throughout the rest of the year, taking up much of the time and energy of our staff. I am sure all of you will be immensely entertained, and it is with great honor and pride that I announce that this year Hogwarts will be participating in the -" Dumbledore was cut off as a rumble of thunder echoed through the hall.

Harry scowled at the intruder, remembring Crouch Jr.'s part in Voldemort's resurrection. However, this was Crouch with the visage of Mad-Eye Moody, a gnarled and experienced retired Auror, who's paranoia was famous. A clunk echoed through the hall every other time he took a step, his wooden leg coming into contact with the ground. His magical eye whirled around in its socket until it rested on Harry and Hermione. Moody stopped in his tracks and whirled to face them. He looked at them intently, as if memorizing their faces. Harry raised an eyebrow, his arm still around Hermione, and Moody 'humphed', turned back around, and ambled the rest of the way up to the head table. He took a seat and started to eat, but his magical eye continued to rest firmly on Harry and Hermione.

In the silence, Dumbledore began to speak again. "May I introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher? Professor Moody." There was silence. Normally, the students would clap for a new professor, but the only ones clapping were Dumbledore, Hagrid, and now Harry and Hermione, though their applause was more mocking in nature.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "As I was saying, this year, Hogwarts has the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the year, an event that has not been held in over a century. I am very pleased to announce that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."

Silence.

Suddenly, "You're JOKING!" Fred and George exclaimed loudly in unison. Everyone laughed, dissolving the tension. Dumbledore chuckled.

"No, Messrs Weasley, I am not joking, though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar…" Dumbledore was cut off as McGonagall loudly cleared her throat.

"Er - maybe this isn't the right time for that… no… er… Where was I? Ah. Yes, the Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore went on to explain the general concept of the tournament, including the history, where mentioned the death toll. At this, the students in the hall began to whisper excitedly to one another, which was the opposite of Hermione's reaction, who was whimpering and holding on to Harry for dear life, remembering that he would have to compete again against his will.

"The entourages of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving at the end of October, and the three champions will be selected on Halloween by an impartial judge. The winner receives fame, glory, and the money prize of a thousand galleons!" Ron had a dreamy look on his face, thinking of the prize.

"I'm going for it!" Fred stage-whispered. Dumbledore chuckled.

"I realize that many of you are enthusiastic, but unfortunately-" McGonagall whacked him on the arm for that remark, "-you must be of age to enter, according to restrictions set by the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore had to raise his volume over the angry exclamations made by the students. "We feel that this is necessary due to the inherent danger of some of the tasks. I will be personally ensuring that no student can hoodwink our impartial judge. I encourage you not to waste your time attempting to submit yourself if you are underage."

"Now, I expect you to show support for your Hogwarts champion, and at least refrain from sabotaging the other contenders. Finally, it is late, and it is important for you to be well-rested, so off you go to bed. Chop chop!" With that, Dumbledore concluded his speech and sat back down. He then immediately immersed himself in conversation with Moody. He seemed to be at ease, but when Harry looked closer, he saw the underlying suspicion and unease that Dumbledore was obviously feeling towards Moody.

"I can't believe I was so naive last time," Harry whispered to Hermione. "It's clear that Dumbledore doesn't trust Moody. Why wouldn't he trust one of his best friends? He either knows it's Crouch or suspects." Hermione looked closer and saw it too.

"Harry, it's alright. I know what you were like back then, and you weren't that naive. You just weren't as observant as you are now. Trust me. Neither of us noticed Dumbledore's manipulations until he realized his mistakes, stopped, and told us."

"But I trusted Ronald of all people," Harry countered. "He was the absolute worst person for me to trust. He's essentially a leech. He thrives off of my fame and glory that I don't even want." He extricated himself from Hermione and started to stand. Hermione grumbled at the loss of warmth and contact. "C'mon, let's head back to the common room and discuss our sleeping arrangements. There's no way that I'm sleeping without you after all of those years."

He helped Hermione stand and then wrapped his arm around her shoulders again. She put her arm around his waist. They started walking towards the hall exit and continued to converse quietly.

"Harry, it isn't really your fault that you didn't notice Ronald's less pleasant qualities until I pointed them out. You know that he hid them, right? He made sure to be pleasant when you were around." She poked his side. "Remember what I told you in third year? He would only bully me when you weren't there. If I never told you, he would probably have continued to bully me. Unless you saw him in action, you wouldn't have ever seen it unless I trusted you with it."

"You cannot be faulted for this. You had a lot of fun with him, and I know it hurt then, but this was nineteen years ago Harry! Nineteen years! There's no need to dwell on it. I'm over it, you should be too. I know you feel bad, and I love you for it, but you can't wallow. Remember when we made that rule." Harry looked thoroughly chastised.

"I'm sorry Hermione. I thought I had made peace with it too, but now we're back here again, and it's reminding me of all of the bullying you went through here. It doesn't help that I'm in the body of a fourteen-year-old either. I seriously don't remember being this moody when I was fourteen."

Hermione giggled. "You were most certainly moody, Mr. Potter. Though this year isn't as bad as how you acted in fifth year though." She poked him again. "How about I help you calm down those hormones of yours mister?" Harry noticed the glint in her eyed and gulped.

"Uhm… Let's wait until we adjust to these bodies before we do that again." Harry blushed. "Not that I don't want to, necessarily, but…"

"Yeah, yeah. I know. I was teasing you, you big prat." She looked over her shoulder. "Let's walk a bit faster. Weasleys at six o'clock, and I want you all to myself tonight." Harry's eyes glazed over again.

"Harry! I didn't mean that!" She poked his gut. He grinned impishly at her.

"Harrikins!" yelled Fred.

"Can we-" yelled George.

"-have a-" Fred continued.

"-moment-" George continued.

"-of your-"

"-time?" they finished together as they caught up to the couple.

"Ah. Hello, Hell's Carrots! What can I do for you fine gentlemen today?" Harry asked dramatically, bowing in sync with Hermione.

"Well-" started George.

"-we were going to return you the map-" Fred continued.

"-seeing as you lent it to us at the end of last term-"

"-so we took it out to see where you were! Look at-"

"-what we found!"

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good," they intoned together.

"Take a look… Right there mate." Fred said as he pointed to where they were standing according to the map. Harry and Hermione paled. Standing right next to Fred Weasley, George Weasley, and Harry Potter, was Hermione Potter.

"When were you going to tell us you got married?" Fred asked.

"Mum'll have a fit!" George exclaimed.

"It is simply NOT proper!" Fred exclaimed shrilly in a passable imitation of Molly Weasley.

"Shit," Harry swore. Hermione smacked him.

"Language Harry!" Hermione chastised.

"Follow us," Harry and Hermione said together. Since they were already on the seventh floor, it wasn't a particularly long journey to the painting of Barnabas the Barmy, though it felt longer due to the tension in the air.

As Harry started to pace, Fred and George looked at him oddly. "What's he doing, Hermione?" They asked.

"Just wait and see. It'll only take just a moment," Hermione said primly. Fred and George snickered at her tone. As Harry finished his third pass, a door appeared in the wall. Fred and George gasped.

"How'd you find that, Harry? It isn't on the map!" George exclaimed in surprise.

"This," Harry gestured to the door as he opened it, "is the Room of Requirement, or as the House Elves call it, the Come and Go Room. It can be whatever you need it to be. Just pace back and forth three times, and it'll appear. Found it in fifth year when I talked to Dobby about starting a defense club. Just because the Marauders never found it, doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Think about Slytherin's Chamber. The Marauders never found that."

As they entered the room, Fred and George were gaping like fish. It was a perfect replica of the Gryffindor common room, only there was a small table with a pensive in front of Harry and Hermione's favorite armchair. There was also a small couch next to the armchair that wasn't usually there.

Then, something Harry said registered in Fred's brain. "Wait - you said fifth year. How could you find this room in fifth year? You're in fourth year!" Harry waved his hand in a dismissive gesture.

"You'll understand in a minute or two. Wait. I'm an idiot." Hermione looked at Harry oddly. Then, she realized what he meant. Harry quickly countered the obliviation that they hit them with that evening. Fred and George's eyes bulged.

"How old are you two?" they asked once they recovered from yet another shock.

"Ah… All in good time, Hell's Carrots," Harry said as he led them towards the pensive. "Here," He withdrew a silver strand from his head with his wand and placed it into the bowl, "dunk your heads in. This is a pensive, it shows memories as if you were really there. Look, me and Hermione'll go first. Just watch and copy."

Harry dunked his head in, Hermione quickly following. Fred and George watched as they entered the memory. Quickly following their example, they entered the memory.

The Great Hall was full of people. There were no house tables or the head table, instead, there were rows and rows of chairs, with an aisle in the middle. In the place where the head's chair usually resided was a large white arch. Aberforth Dumbledore stood slightly in front, and Memory Harry was to one side. Back, closer to the large doors at the entrance to the hall, Harry, Hermione, Fred, and George stood to watch.

In the chairs, the people the twins recognized included the entire Weasley family bar Ron and Percy, Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet, Oliver Wood, Ted and Andromedia Tonks, Nymphadora Lupin, holding what looked to be her child, Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout, Lavender Brown, Parvati and Padma Patil, the Creevey brothers, Daphne Greengrass, Draco Malfoy, Astoria Greengrass. There were others that the twins did not recognize.

Suddenly, Harry clapped and the memory started to play. The twins watched as the wedding commenced, and saw as Memory Hermione, who looked radiant, was in tears as she kissed her now-husband. They saw a man that the didn't recognize give the best man's speech.

At the end, Harry clapped again, and the scene dissolved into white and formed another scene. In the astronomy tower, Memory Harry and Memory Hermione proudly stood side-by-side fighting death eaters looking like they were around the right age to be in sixth year. They watched as Memory Snape hit Memory Dumbledore in the back with an Avada Kedavra.

"Harry Potter." The voice was snakelike. It sent shivers down the spines of the twins.

"Tom." Memory Harry's voice was sharp and clear. "Come to die, have you, Tom? Because I'll kill you for what you've done to my family." With that, a red beam shot out of Memory Harry's wand and connected with a green beam coming out of a wand that they thought was Memory Voldemort's. Over time, Memory Harry's beam became more pronounced than Memory Voldemort's green beam. The red eclipsed the green and impacted the snakelike man in the chest. Memory Voldemort's wand flew out of his hand and Memory Harry caught it deftly, while Memory Voldemort slumped to the ground, dead. Killed by his own backfired killing curse. Memory Hermione sprinted towards Memory Harry and glomped him. Memory Harry had a hard time not falling over.

Harry clapped again and the scene changed. Memory Harry and Memory Hermione were walking to the Great Hall after the final battle. They found Memory Neville lying dead over a dead Memory Luna. Memory Harry cried out in anguish for his two best friends. He fell to his knees and started to cry. Memory Hermione was in shock. Harry rarely cries! She mentally exclaimed. He didn't even cry when Remus died. She kneeled next to him and comforted him the best she could.

Fred and George turned around and looked at Harry and Hermione. They noticed that their eyes were a little misty.

Harry glanced at Hermione. "I think this is enough for now," Harry said in a monotone.

Back in the "common room", Harry and Hermione sat on their armchair. Harry put an arm around Hermione's shoulders, and she put her head on his shoulder and an arm around his waist. "When we came back, we were thirty-three and thirty-two when we somehow ended up back here. It wasn't intentional, we were having a date in Diagon Alley. I got hit in the back with a spell that was horribly mispronounced, and it sent me here. Hermione came along for the ride because we have a love bond."

Hermione picked up here. "We can only insist that you don't tell anyone about this. This is very sensitive information. There have only been minor changes so far because in the original timeline, Harry and I didn't start dating until a little before Christmas this year. The only change we've made so far is dating earlier. Now, we will change things, but we need to plan because we have no idea what we're doing. Coming here wasn't intentional. First, I need to occlude this information within your mind. Is that alright?"

Fred looked at George. "Yeah, mate. We're-"

"-good. If you need any help-"

"-just ask."

"Great," Hermione said. She pulled out her wand and tapped them both on the head, whispering a long strain of Latin. Fred and George instantly felt their minds building a barrier around the newly obtained information.

Room, I need a clock, Hermione thought. She looked at the time and exchanged a wide-eyed glance with Harry. Fred and George looked at the clock too and swore. Hermione glared at them.

"We need to get back to the common room. It's after midnight!" Harry exclaimed. He quickly shrunk the pensive, put it in his pocket, and led them out of the room. They ran as quickly as they could to the entrance and were greeted by a portrait of a very large lady.

"Balderdash!" He gasped out.

"If you say so, dear," The Fat Lady replied, "Are you alright, do you need to go to the hospital wing Mr. Potter?" Harry reddened and the twins and Hermione snickered.

"No, I'm fine, just a bit out of breath, that's all," Harry reassured her.

"Out of shape, more likely," He heard Hermione mutter. Harry decided to be very mature and stick his tongue out at her. Hermione laughed. "C'mon silly, I bet everyone's wondering where we got off to."

They entered the common room to find it almost empty, save for Neville, Dean, Seamus, Lavender, Parvati, Fay, and Sophie. Seeing them, Harry swore. "Shit."

Hermione smacked him. "Watch it, you big git," She chastised fondly. Harry looked chagrined. Everyone chuckled at his expression.

Harry and Hermione sat in their armchair, but this time with Hermione comfortably plopping herself on Harry's lap. Harry's arms automatically encircled her waist and she leaned back onto his chest. Fred and George claimed the couch nearest to them.

Everyone was quiet for a few minutes, and then Neville spoke up. "Where were you guys? We've been back here for nearly four hours!"

Lavender chimed in. "Yeah! Where were you! I wanted to talk to you, Hermione." Hermione glanced at Harry, he nodded ever so slightly, then buried his head in her wild brown hair.

"We found this cool room! It can be whatever you need it to be. You just pace in front of the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy thinking about what you need and the door will appear," Hermione explained.

"Wow! That's cool! Can you take us to see it tomorrow?" Dean asked.

Harry spoke up. "Sure. We can go after classes."

Lavender interjected quickly. "Cool, great. Hermione, come on, you're giving us details." Lavender was surprised when Hermione didn't move. "Hermione?"

"Mhm?" Hermione mumbled into Harry's chest, half asleep. Harry chuckled.

"Sorry guys. I think you'll have to interrogate her tomorrow. She's already mostly asleep. She probably won't be coherently speaking until the morning," Harry explained. Lavender pouted, which had no effect on Harry. When she realized this, she harrumphed and marched upstairs, dragging the rest of the girls with her.

Harry decided he was going to do the unthinkable. He was going to wake Hermione. He poked her stomach. She just grumbled and squirmed on his lap making him uncomfortable. Harry groaned. He was just going to have to risk it. He began to tickle her. Hermione's eyes sprang open as she shrieked and attempted to escape from Harry's talented fingers. The rest of the boys watched wide-eyed as the couple wrestled on the floor.

"Dammit Harry! I was sleeping," Hermione complained, trapped under Harry.

"It's time to go to bed, love. It's after midnight."

"Yeah," she mumbled. "Why are we on the floor again?"

"Because you fell asleep on my lap," Harry groused, "and I had to tickle you, otherwise, the only thing you would do was squirm and adjust your position." Hermione smirked as she became more alert.

"Bet that was really uncomfortable for you, wasn't it," Hermione interjected playfully.

"You bet, you witch. Now let's go to bed or do I have to call James over again?" Harry threatened.

"Carry me, Harry?" Hermione asked as her eyelids started to droop again.

"No! Don't sleep here!" Harry complained, as Hermione had gotten the upper hand and was now on top of him.

"Why not?"

"Because we're on the floor!" Hermione adopted a mock-pensive pose.

"And why is that a problem?" Hermione asked.

"Because my back will be damn sore in the morning, and I wanna do my exercises," Harry explained.

"Oh! Merlin protect anyone who gets between Harry Potter and his morning exercises!" Hermione teased.

"Oi! Just because you have the perfect body doesn't mean everyone else stays skinny just as easy as you!" Harry retorted.

"Mmm… I love you, Harry."

"Love you too 'Mione, but it's time for bed." Hermione's body relaxed and her breathing evened out. Harry swore as he realized she was asleep. He carefully sat up, being careful not to disturb her, and spun her slightly so he could pick her up in like a baby. As he stood, he realized that they weren't alone.

"Uhhh… hi?" Harry said awkwardly. The boys just gaped at him. Harry carefully moved to a couch, careful not to wake Hermione.

Neville opened his mouth, then closed it, and blushed very brightly. "I'll just be going to bed now, Harry," He squeaked. The other boys followed him quickly, leaving only Harry, the twins, and a very asleep Hermione downstairs.

"Good show Harrikins!" One started.

"Don't scare everyone off though-"

"-or you'll be all alone-"

"-and who knows what Hermione would do to you then!"

"Sorry guys. It's time for us to head up to bed," Harry said.

"How're you gonna get Hermione up to the girls' dorms, Harry?"

"I'm not," Harry explained. "I'm going to disillusion us and then take her up my bed. We have been sleeping together for years, after all."

"Well then, Harrikins! See you in the sunshine!" They skipped up the stairs. Harry grumbled under his breath about insufferable prats. He disillusioned Hermione, and then himself. He waited until he felt the charm wash over him, and then picked up Hermione carefully and carried her to bed. He decided that he should probably set up some wards because of Ron. A few wards later, he changed Hermione and himself, then set up an alarm charm and hopped into bed. In her sleep, Hermione snuggled into him, and he felt unconsciousness take him.