"No, Ron, Zabini is absolutely right.  You snore louder than my Uncle does and you know what he’s like."  Potter said, standing up from his chest.  He was in the bed opposite the door.  "Hermione and I gave up on you putting up a  muffliato  on your bed and just started doing it ourselves, or learned how to sleep through it, which I must’ve done last night.  Sorry guys."  Potter did, in fact, seem apologetic.