She said goodnight to everyone else and tromped wearily up the stairs, head feeling stuffed full of cotton balls and eyes drooping, dropping the letters on top of her bookshelf. She stripped off her clothes with sleep-clumsy hands and half-fell into bed. And despite telling herself she was going to stay awake until Draco came up to bed, despite her worries about the ethics of using Muggle weapons on goblins, and her fears about breaking into a Russian chemical weapons facility, Hermione was asleep within moments.