Day Thirty-Three; 2:03am
Hermione opened her eyes and gasped at the figure hovering over her, flipping up her blankets. Her heart was pounding painfully in her chest just one second after flying out of REM, and she wasn't sure if she should try to sink through the mattress or spring into action.
There was a chuckle above her, muffled through her blanket, and it still took several seconds to register. She forgot to be embarrassed about her reaction, and yanked the blankets back down to glare at that dark shape over her bed.
"What are you doing!"
"Is that your great instinct? Your fighting strength? Now I know why... Hiding under your covers? Like a child having seen a monster move in the closet?"
"Oh, shut it. I'm tired, it's the dead of the night, you're hovering over me, and my reaction time is slow--"
"Reaction time was actually pretty quick. That blanket was up and over in a second."
She narrowed her eyes further as he began to laugh again. "Next time I'll make sure to just punch you in the face. And now you know why what?"
"Granger, we've got to go."
"What?" Because as soon as he said that, she realized she didn't want to move at all.
Her entire body protested his words. Went on strike. Laughed at his stupidity.
Moving? Moving? No, not us.
"There's a train in twenty--"
"We were leaving at half past seven, I thought? It's two in the morning, Malfoy."
"Granger, get up." He lifted an arm and the lights were suddenly on to blind her.
