Harry was sitting in the library, his head bowed in concentration over a History of Magic book. Hermione, sitting across from him, noticed that he had been studying the same page for ten minutes.

"Harry!"

Harry's head jerked up and then dropped again as he tried to pretend he had been reading all along.

Hermione sighed. "I don't know why you said you'd come with me to study if you're just going to fall asleep."

"It's just so boring, why does anyone need to know this stuff? I'd be able to stay awake if it was actually even slightly interesting."

Hermione looked distinctly unamused. Then Harry saw the glimpse of a smile.

"You know, if it's too difficult, I could ask some of the 1st or 2nd Years to help you. One of them could read it to you while the others explained what the words meant."

Harry's eyes narrowed as Hermione leaned forward and raised her eyebrows, challenging him to think of a suitable reply.

Seconds passed.

"Well," she continued, when she saw that Harry had chosen to simply glare at her, "perhaps you should get back to reading."

"I'll do that." Harry moved his glare from Hermione to the page in front of him, and then realised he had no recollection of anything that was written there. He groaned, took off his glasses and slowly lowered his head until it was resting on the book.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "That's an interesting reading technique you've got there Harry."

Harry felt it was a little harsh of her to use sarcasm so late in the day, and demonstrated this by ignoring her.

Hermione gave up. "Oh all right, let's go. You're clearly not going to get anything done, other than continually annoy me."

Harry raised his head, gave Hermione a grateful smile and grabbed his glasses.

Harry slept in the next morning, a problem that was halved when he saw that Ron had as well. As the pair stumbled down to the Great Hall for a quick breakfast before class, Ron was complaining about the amount of homework they had been given.

"I mean it's not like I can't do it, it's just that there's so much! By the time I'd finished the stuff for Charms, I had no time to learn how to make a sleeping potion. Did you get much done in the library last night?"

Harry considered a number of answers to Ron's question, before finally settling on the honest one.

"No. I fell asleep."

"Quite right too."

"It's just so boring."

"Yup."

"I mean if...... hang on, you're agreeing with me? Hermione was so disappointed."

"Well it all comes naturally to her, doesn't it? She probably learns that stuff while she's sleeping or something. Wouldn't be surprised if she's read every book in that library already, I expect they keep having to order new ones for her."

Harry grinned at Ron's serious expression and attempted to cheer him up. "At least she can help us with our homework."

Ron brightened at this thought. "Yeah, she can help me with that sleeping potion. I'll just tell her she's helping the hopeless."

Feeling considerably better, they pushed open the doors to the Great Hall, only to find themselves confronted by a half empty room. They looked at each other and realisation dawned that they weren't late for anything. It was Saturday.

Author note: I know this is short, but it's pretty much my first attempt to write anything so let me know what you think.