"Granger?"

Hermione's eyes opened slowly. For a moment, she didn't have the faintest idea where she was or what was going on. And had someone called her name?

"Granger?"

She sat up in bed. Through the window of the hospital wing, the soft white sliver of moon sat stolidly in the velvet black sky. The room was still very dark, and she could hear snoring and-

"Granger?"

Hermione turned. "Who's calling me?" she whispered loudly, conscious that people were sleeping around her.

"It's me," the voice came again. It was low and nervous and sounded rather as if its owner was somewhat queasy. "What's going on?"

Hermione stared into the darkness. "Malfoy?"

"Yeah." Hermione could hear a definite note of discomfort now. "It's me. What's going on?"

Hermione sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Wha- why aren't you still little? Why aren't you asleep?"

"I don't know," Malfoy whispered back. "I can't remember anything. It's all hazy and I feel like I'm going to be sick. Why should I be asleep?"

"You don't remember anything?"

"What do I have to remember? We were in class and something exploded and I wake up here! Is this the hospital wing?"

"Yes," Hermione called back softly. "Lower your voice. I think the others are sleeping."

"But why? What happened? And why do I think like I'm going to be sick?"

"Lower your voice!" Hermione insisted as quietly as she could. "Hold on a moment. Where are you?"

"Two beds down from yours." His voice was getting shakier.

Hermione scooted off her blanket and felt her way toward the other bed. Her eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness by now to see Malfoy's indistinct outline, and she climbed somewhat uncomfortably onto the foot of the bed and started explaining.

"...so Professor Snape brought you all up here, and I fell asleep," Hermione concluded finally. "He didn't want to give you the antidote yet, because he said it wouldn't be good."

"Mixing potions isn't good," Malfoy whispered. "It usually has aftereffects. I think the toddler thing wore off quicker for me because I tried to cover my face when the potion exploded, and the others are still asleep because sleeping potions don't work on me that well."

He wrapped his arms around his knees. "I really don't feel good."

Hermione wasn't entirely sure what to do. The first faint streaks of light were starting to touch the sky, and there was some stirring from the other occupants.

"Well," she said finally, "the other's be awake soon."

"As babies?"

"Yes."

There was a somewhat awkward silence. In the steadily growing light, Hermione could see her companion's face growing steadily whiter.

"Maybe you should go back to sleep for a bit," she suggested awkwardly.

Malfoy nodded, hugging himself more tightly. He rolled over and curled up into a ball tugging the covers over his head.

Eyes drooping, Hermione went back to the window and gazed sleepily out at the dawn, hearing faint stirring sounds behind her as the little ones began to wake up.