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242. (Hogwarts house) Gryffindor
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953. The Girl With No Name
"Serious, how is that everybody has the same cold!"
"I dunno? It's not like we aren't in same classrooms every day, sleeping in the same bedrooms every night, eating with each other for every meal," Hermione listed. Harry and Ron glared at her. Ron sniffled. Hermione handed him a tissue.
"I dink the whole school has it," Harry mumbled.
"Attention students!" Everyone looked up at Professor Dumbledore. Hermione blinking her running eyes a little trying to see clearly. Harry sniffled again, and Ron sneezed loudly.
"In light of the epidemic of sick students, classes are canceled today. Everyone who is sick, please see Madame Pomfry for a Pepper-up potion, and then please get some rest. Classes will hopefully resume bright and early Monday morning." The golden trio looked at each other.
"Sleep sounds good," Harry commented. Ron nodded following him, Hermione had already laid her head on the table and fallen asleep.
"She's drooling," Ron said looking at Hermione.
"So? You drool in your sleep too, and snore."
"'Mione, wake up so you can go to bed," Harry poked her. She swatted his hand away mumbling something about otters.
"I think we should just leave her here, one of the professors will make sure she gets upstairs."
"Good idea. Want to go wait in line for a Pepper-up potion?"
"Nah, Fred and George have something better hidden in their stuff, let's just ask them." Harry nodded following Ron. Hermione snorted in her sleep.
She slept on the table until one of the seventh years took pity on her.
"Granger, time to wake," she said softly shaking the girl. Hermione raised her head, looked at the older girl groggily.
"Where am I?"
"Still in the great hall, c'mon, I'll help you back to the dorms." Hermione nodded allowing the older girl to help. The room spun every time she moved, but the seventh year didn't let her fall.
"Here we are, through the portrait." Hermione stepped carefully. Ron and Harry were sound asleep in the common room, Ron snoring loudly.
"There we go, Granger." Hermione curled up in her bed falling back asleep within a minute.