Stopping her rant before she could fully get lost in it Hermionie decided to move and start getting ready, she knew it was early but since Harry was up she could get ready and then chat to him. Pulling back her bed covers she got out of bed, her bare feet were cold against the black marble floor so Hermionie grabbed her slippers and slipped them on. Harry was sitting on his bed, the drapes pulled back. His hair was as messy as ever and Hermionie knew that even after he got into his robes that wouldn't change, she had watched the boy attempt to control it on the first day and had laughed with Ron when he had given up, her eyes drifted to the still closed off bed and she knew Harry's gaze was following her own. That first night had been fun and Hermione wished she could have more like it.