"Oh, great. Valium. Not only will we be able to go to sleep, if we get attacked in the middle of the night, we won't even care." Hermione took a moment to glare at Ron, "If you haven't noticed, Ronald, we're on the run, so we need to be aware of everything around us! Or is that concept completely foreign to you for anything except food?!"
Harry was resolutely silent, not wanting to set Hermione's ire on himself. Merlin knew how many things she could bring up to prove his lack of intelligence. Harry could think of dozens himself.
As for Ron… let's just say, Hermione could probably continue for a very long time, so Harry knew he would have to interrupt her. Eventually. Preferably after she had let off most of the steam.
"Where did you even get it, Ronald?"
Ron was sending Harry horribly pleading looks, but Harry could only shrug in response.
Unless…
"Erm… Hermione?"
"What?"
"Your potion?"
"Oh! Thanks Harry."
"Thanks Harry," Ron muttered with a sigh of relief.
Written for October Halloween Event: Bingo [(dialogue) "Oh, great. Valium. Not only will we be able to go to sleep, if we get attacked in the middle of the night, we won't even care."]