Remus, she understood, he was an early riser, but Draco’s absence didn’t make sense, he hated to be woken up early, and Hermione more than once this past week had to drag him out of bed to study. She groaned and forced her eyelids apart to take a glance at the clock on their nightstand. 11:36. Merlin, she never slept this long, it’s no wonder everyone else had already begun their day. Hermione sat up, the blood rushing to her head, reinforcing the migraine she had been sporting since the night before.