Hermione shot up in bed at 3 in the morning. She yawned quite loudly and glanced at the time in exasperation. She could always go back to sleep. Or,
She tiptoed to the Slytherin boys' dorms while fighting down delighted giggles. She eyed the beds and their occupants. She trotted over to Severus Snape's bed and bounced. He emitted a sound akin to grumbling.
She bounced again. Severus groaned.
"What possessed you to wake me up at this ungodly hour, you bushy-haired menace?"
"3 am," she said lightly, presenting him an angelic look.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, "what do you want?"
"Let's prank the Marauders!" She grinned impishly.
"And?"
"I wanted a cuddle." She pouted.
Severus felt himself smile as she burrowed her head into his chest.
"What of the Marauders?" He asked.
She smirked mischievously, and he almost felt bad for the four victims.
And then for himself, for his sorry arse will be roped into this because Hermione knew how.
His bed was suddenly aloft.
His bed was floating.
Shit!
"We are technically not breaking the rules." She said. "We are merely circumventing it."
He raised an eyebrow.
"The rules state, 'no students out of bed after curfew.'"
"So?"
"Keywords, Sev," she laughed, "keywords being 'out of,' but since we are 'in,' bed, though floating around, we have not broken any rules, thus avoiding difficulties."
He made a humming noise at the back of his throat.
The next day, the Marauders' hair was charmed in Slytherin Green, and were singing embarrassingly loud sonnets and ballads.