There was no easy way to tell exactly how long Hermione had been asleep. Based on the stiffness in her limbs and the aching in her back, it had to have been longer than she was used to being able to remain asleep while sleeping on the ground. The sun was high in the sky, beating its warm rays down on her face. Whatever Draco had given her to take for the pain of her pounding headache must have kept her unconscious for a long time. Far from being the pleasant strawberry flavor she'd gotten used to with the potions Antonin made her take after she got confused, the bitter aftertaste still clung to her tongue hours after she swallowed it. Draco's potion also wasn't nearly as gentle. Probably some variation of dreamless sleep with an extra element to dull pain. Whatever it was, it was potent. She almost longed for another vial just for the chance to be asleep again.