"Hang on, Ron!" she called back and scrambled out of bed, nearly falling on her arse as she unsteadily dragged on her pyjama trousers. She shot Draco a pointed look and he groaned, sat up and stood, feeling like jelly, letting Hermione's nimble fingers do up his chausses so he could sit heavily back down on the bed. She ran her hands over her hair and opened the door to Weasley, who looked pale beneath his freckles, terror mixed with excitement all over his face. He took in Hermione's wild hair, inside out pyjama trousers, and Draco's half-dressed state on the edge of the rumpled bed in a single glance and made a slightly disgusted face as he quickly put the evidence together. He said nothing though, and Draco smirked at him slightly.