Midnight
"Hermione, it's past midnight." Harry told her desperately. "You need to get to bed."
"I have to revise, Harry!" Hermione said hysterically. "The NEWTs are next week. These exams will determine our careers. The rest of our lives are at stake!"
"Hermione, you know as Harry Potter's girlfriend, you could get a job anywhere. You could get straight Ts on these exams and still become a Healer."
"Of course these exams are important!" The bushy-haired bookworm shrieked in indignation. "Just because you feel the need to coast along on your fame, doesn't mean we all do!"
"You know, you're starting to sound like Ron." Harry said slowly, narrowing his eyes. Hermione felt shame well up within her, as her love felt the need to bring up the rarely spoken of Weasley. "I'm sorry. I'm just so stressed, and I'm sure I'm going to fail." Hermione's eyes began to get watery and she rubbed her face with her hands. Harry gave her a gentle smile. "Do you know what's a sure fire way to pass?"
"What?" Hermione asked eagerly.
"Sleep."
Hermione nodded reluctantly and let Harry take her arm and lead her to the foot of the girl's dormitory staircase.
"Goodnight." Hermione yawned, giving her boyfriend a kiss and turning away. Harry coughed obviously and, when Hermione spun back, he was tapping a foot impatiently. She looked nervously at his raised eyebrow. "Yes?" She said meekly.
"Book." Harry held out an expectant hand. With a sullen expression she slapped her tome into his arms with force. Harry staggered slightly under the weight, but still managed to give her a smile. "Now bed."
"I have books in my trunk." She muttered, stomping up the steps.
"I heard that."
"You were meant to!" Hermione threw angrily over her shoulder.
"And I removed them!" The Boy-Who-Lived informed her cheerfully. Hermione stopped dead in her tracks and looked at him in shock. "How?"
"Parvati."
"That traitor!" She cursed and marched imperiously the rest of the way up. "I'll get you in the morning, Harry Potter!"
"I look forward to it." Harry chuckled.