Setting the alarm that night Hermione lay in bed enjoying the hum of the radiator heating the room. She snuggled into the pillows and tried to shut off her brain. Every interaction with Ron and Harry played through her head with new filters. Glances and touches took on new meanings, or at least, different ones. How often had they slipped away for alone time while she had been in the library working on something for Harry? The two questions she kept circling back to were: why, and had they ever been her friend? Eventually, she dropped into a restless sleep.