After tucking Harry into one of the piles of blankets, Hermione picked Ron up and tickled him under his chin. Ron giggled, and as his mouth was opening, Hermione carefully poured four drops into his mouth.
"I go sleepy now," Ron said drowsily, before his eyes closed.
Hermione smiled, resisting the urge to hug the little boy. She laid him down in the blanket pile next to Harry's, tucked the covers around him, and moved on to address the Slytherins.
"I don' wannit," Goyle informed her when she tried to give him some of the sleeping potion. "I don' wannit."
"Well, I want you to take it anyway." Hermione had a sudden flash of inspiration. "Do you want a treat first?"
Goyle nodded animatedly. "Treat!"
Hermione smiled and dug a Chocolate Frog out of her pocket. She'd meant to give it to Ron later, but this was more important. Goyle munched contentedly, his fingers becoming increasingly stickier as he finished the chocolate. He took the potion with no trouble, his sticky little hand falling limply onto the pile of blankets.
"Three down," Hermione sighed. "Two to go."
Malfoy was still sleepy from his short nap, so Hermione decided to deal with him next. She tucked him down beside Goyle, brushed the hair off of his forehead where it was falling over into his droopy eyes, and lifted his small head. "Open up," she said softly.
"'M tired," was his drowsy reply. "Time for bed?"
"Time for bed," Hermione acknowledged, hiding a smile. Malfoy drank the potion without much hassle, wrinkling his little nose as he did so.
"I don' like it," he informed Hermione dozily just before he went flaccid.
Crabbe, though, put up a bit of a fight. After seeing what had happened to his companions, he frankly was not interested in drinking the stuff the girl was trying to give him. He thrashed, resisting Hermione's efforts to make him stay still. He pushed valiantly at her hand. His strength was surprising.
"All right," Hermione sighed. She felt guilty about doing it, but there wasn't much of a choice. She let Crabbe squirm free, pulled out her wand, and aimed it carefully at the small boy now crawling determinately away from her.
"Petrificus Totalus."
Crabbe froze instantly, teetering a moment and then toppling over onto his side. Hermione winced as his head hit the floor.
"I'm sorry," she told him uncomfortably as she lifted him onto her lap. "You'll feel better in a bit."
She pried his mouth open, poured in some potion, and did the countercharm. Crabbe's throat bobbed in a reflexive swallow. He opened his mouth again to scream, but the next second, his body relaxed onto Hermione's lap and he began to snore softly.
"That was exhausting." Hermione sighed as she laid the last toddler down into the blankets beside his friends, wondering what she was going to do now. "Well, it's done."
"I am enthralled to hear it," came a cold voice from the doorway. Hermione whirled around to see Snape standing there, a glass vial full of silvery-white leaves and stalks in his hands. "I went up to Madame Pomfrey, who had a store of dawnweed in her medical equipment."
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. "So you can finish the antidote?"
Snape raised an eyebrow. "Miss Granger, do you truly think that, if I were to finish the antidote, I could administer it? Believe me when I say that the potion you dispensed and the one I am currently brewing would do far more damage than benefit if one is taken before the other abates."