The window had been opened slightly and a slight breeze was filtering in. May was proving to be quite a warm one this year and Hermione was glad of the airiness of the room. The fluffy quilt was lovely and comforting, but a little stifling in the early morning warmth. Not that she was about to complain. She stretched on the huge bed and yawned with a creaky groan. Then she was startled by a little squeak.