"Draco, honestly, the day has just begun, and we are already eighteen minutes behind schedule." Hermione yanked at his arm mid-leg-into-pant-insertion, and he nearly toppled over. Remus laughed from his view against the headboard, still shirtless, hair tousled with sleep, and Draco glared at him while simultaneously making his way back to the bed, because he should reiterate, the man was topless. Hermione was in no mood to joke, "Remus, stop distracting Draco and put on some clothes. Don’t you need to be at the Ministry?"