Harry woke in a heap on the cold floor. It was still dark, so he reasoned he couldn't have been splayed there for more than an hour or two. He had slid from the bed and collapsed to the floor with a dull thud, totally spent. His skin was soaked with sweat and, as his magic receded, he knew he wouldn't make it back to his room without aid. He summoned Rhian, made her cast a spell on Hermione for dreamless sleep, then had her whisk him to his own room with no more than the lightest of pops. However, it took a little more than light persuasion to get her to leave him be once they were there.