Dress Code - Pansmione

Chapter 3 - Hermione Granger is a Virgo AND a Virgin

"Sleeping beauty has returned!" Ginny cried out when Hermione approached the table. The Gryffindor table was alive during dinner, McGonagall had announced at the beginning of the year that tables would no longer be strictly divided by house, but most people remained at their old house's table out of habit. Still, a few non-Gryffindors joined them for meals, Luna Lovegood ate nearly every meal with them while others like Hannah Abbot and Padma Patil floated around.

"How was the napping?" Ron asked, looking up from his food. Hermione settled down next to Ginny across from him and Harry.

"The nap was wonderful, super inconvenient and a total waste of time, but restful nonetheless," Hermione conceded.

"I don't know if you've ever slept that long in all the time I've known you, Hermione," Ron said.

"Back in the tent you'd always just powernap, like a little cat," Harry made a fierce claw. The trio of friends had become uncomfortably close during their camping trip of doom, Ron and Harry had obviously lived together for years, but in the tent, it was all three of them. They became closely acquainted with each other's habits, Harry insisted on a vigorous exercise routine to start his day, Ron snored and had frequent nightmares, and Hermione was a catnapper. She never slept for too long, there was always so much work to be done, so she'd just shut her eyes for minutes at a time, hoping not to pass out from exhaustion.

"She always has been a bit like one since our second year," Ron elbowed Harry, reminding him of Hermione's polyjuice related blunder. She would never ever forget the feel of those whiskers, ugh disgusting. The table laughed and Hermione

"No. No bringing that up, it has been six years. I need to get past that," her voice was shrill and she slammed her hands on the table, but it was all in good fun.

Ginny placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "Hermione if it makes you feel better I was way more embarrassing that year, I professed my love for Harry via sonnet and I set out a basilisk on the students of Hogwarts."

"Thanks for the encouragement Ginny," Hermione groaned.

"I do what I can," she shrugged.

"Ron, did you end up doing the stuff for McGonagall?" Hermione asked, looking up from her food. Ron rolled his eyes and shot Harry a look which she was pretty sure translated to can you believe her?

"Of course, I'm not an oaf you know. I am capable of completing a simple task." Ron smiled at her, "You didn't think you'd be doing everything all alone this year, did you? This is a partnership I'm gonna pull my weight." Ron had promised her that he would be taking his position as Head Boy seriously. So far he was doing a pretty good job if Hermione was being honest. Hermione had been preparing to do everything by herself, she was used to it. It wasn't in her nature to delegate or collaborate, it stressed her to no end that someone might do something different than her. Still, it was a better alternative to when she spent all her time doing Ron and Harry's work for them, it felt nice knowing they liked her for more than her homework help.