A rustling from her left told her that Harry was awake, that meant it was probably around 6:30, that had been around when he had woken up yesterday and he seemed to be very ridged about when he awoke. She thought of her only two friends at Hogwarts, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. She had only known the celebrity of the wizarding world for 1 full day but felt she had finally found who would be friends with her, he was quite most of the time but when Hermionie got him talking about something he had enjoyed Harry became extremely passionate, after their first defence class he had not stopped talking about it for ages; she was excited to see how he felt after their second defence lesson today. One thing she had noticed however was that Harry didn't talk about his home life at all, unlike herself who would often bring up fond memories every time something remaindered her on home or Ron whose family seemed to follow him around like a shadow, every attempt she made was quickly shut down or the conversation changed before she could push for answers and as much as she disliked not knowing something Hermionie had given up asking. The desire to find out what he was hiding was not greater than the risk of ruining the friendship by pushing her luck. It was hard enough having one roommate not talking to you, she would hate to have two.