It was past curfew, but Hermione was only just now heading back to the Gryffindor common room. Birthday celebrations in the Great Hall had drastically cut into her study time, and she was a prefect after all, so she could always use the excuse that she was on patrol if any of the faculty caught her roaming the halls from the library. She had just rounded the corner on the 7th floor when she collided with a hard body, dropping her stack of books. Immediately, she fell to her hands and knees to gather her things, when a second pair of hands met hers.