Hermione’s eyes squinted as bright light pulled her from the depths of her peaceful sleep. She shielded them until they adjusted, taking in the early morning light that shone through the windows as Tom pulled apart the curtains. Perhaps he did it on purpose, to wake Hermione up deliberately. He succeeded in doing so, because she groaned and turned her back to light as she rubbed at her eyes and stared at the door, recalling the past events with a soft sigh. The cold morning hit her bare skin and she pulled them up and over her.