Harry's mind was running, his thoughts whirring, as the Trio sat together on that late Sunday morning, talking about everything and nothing until Hermione began to droop in her chair. He and Ron watched, silently, as she fell asleep, head tilted to one side. Harry started to rise, started to go to her, when Ron passed him, lifting her gently from the chair. Cradling her to his chest, he carried her to her bed and laid her down softly. Harry covered her with the blanket and together, they stood there, watching her sleep for a moment before sharing a significant look, and retreated from the room.