Harry
Hermione had gone to sleep over her books again. This particular one was large and contained lots of pictures of people turning into animals; it also came from the restricted section and Harry was surprised that nothing more horrible than a few whiskers appeared to have sprouted from her face. Ron was creeping up on her, quietly so as not to wake her, or at least not to wake her before he was ready.
"Hermione," he whispered close to her ear. She started slightly and a whisker tickled his nose causing him to sneeze violently and back away from her. With a loud yelp Hermione grabbed her wand and was pointing it at Ron before she realised what was going on.
Harry had leapt to his feet when Hermione had yelled and was now half way across the floor. Ron looked horrified to be staring at the end of Hermione's wand and Hermione appeared to have forgotten she was holding it.
"Hermione," Ron ventured cautiously, "are you going to put the wand down?"
"Oh, yes… sorry." She dropped it onto the table where it rolled in a circle before settling against the spine of the book, pushed her hair back out of eyes and discovered the whiskers. She gave an impatient tut and picked up the wand, removing them instantly and resumed her study of the book. Harry flopped into the chair opposite her and Ron, after checking there were no whiskers sprouting from his face sat down next to her. "Hermione?" he began again but she seemed to have forgotten they were there and started once more. "Are you alright?" Ron asked anxiously.
"Yes, I'm fine," she assured him. "Just a little jumpy I guess."
Ron looked unconvinced and Harry murmured "little?" but neither of them felt like disturbing her further. It had been a long time since Hermione had slept through the entire night and when sleep deprived she grew very edgy. Ron left a brief kiss on her cheek and the two boys stole away.
"I dunno how your dad managed this," Ron muttered as they started climbing the stairs. "Hermione's about to fall apart."
"It took him three years to crack it," Harry replied quietly. "Hermione's almost ready to begin testing after three months. No wonder she's so edgy."
"I hope I'm not a warthog," Ron laughed suddenly. "That would be so embarrassing."
"I'm sure you won't be," Harry assured him, grinning. "You're much more the small annoying, rodent type."
Ron roared in mock anger and swiped at his head; Harry laughed and ran up the steps into the dormitory where someone who should not have been there was waiting for them.