"It’s not like they don’t already know, Draco," she pointed out.  "Given that they sense pretty much everything... and if Scabior’s downstairs on the sofa he probably heard us."  She yawned, kissed Antonin and sat up reluctantly.  Antonin murmured a sleepy complaint that echoed hers from a moment ago.  Draco snickered as Hermione reached for her nightgown and pulled it on.  Antonin was silent as he pulled his own clothes on, yawning.