Hermione, whose antipathy towards Lord Ronald Weasley increased exponentially with every second spent in his presence, soon discovered that he was not a morning person. She watched the hours slip past fretfully. Seven of the clock... eight of the clock... and still he was snoring away. This was ridiculous! She couldn’t while away the morning in bed with him. In an uncharacteristic leap of faith, she’d entrusted some very valuable documents to Draco, and she couldn’t rest easy until she had assured herself that he had faithfully followed her instructions and stowed them safely in her trunk.