"Good, because I feel horrible for Harry and it wouldn't make sense to pity him when I could pity myself."
"Even I got lost in that sentence."
"That is probably because you haven't gotten any real sleep in over a week."
"It is one of those days."
"Huh?"
"Do you listen to yourself? You said I could stay at your house if I had a day I want to escape what you call my 'roommate'."
"I remembered it only took me a moment."
"Am I welcomed or not?"
"Of course, Hermione, you are always welcome at the house of Ronald Weasley."
"Is that a yes?"
"Hermione be quick you need rest you couldn't follow that!?"
~*~*~*~*~
Later that night Hermione was in the guest bedroom half way asleep listening to the faint sound of Ron's snores traveling down the hallway, listening while pictures of Ron flew threw her mind after about three minutes and falls to sleep. All of a sudden she was awaken by a light outside and some noise it sounded like a party. She didn't want to use magic so she got up and headed towards Ron's room.
He seemed only half way asleep because when she sat down he rolled a few inches away so that he was facing her. Hermione stood up again but rethought and this time laid down not looking at Ron, next thing she knew she couldn't get up. She really couldn't get up if she tried, her senses were dulled from lack of sleep, and another reason was because she was now being held possessively by Ron, finally her mind came to a slow conclusion, "What the heck?" Soon she was asleep and there was nothing that could wake her before morning.