The morning came early for Hermione. She tossed and turned through the night, hearing Mafloy’s bed squeaking, expecting to hear him come to her door, or some other silly thought. Malfoy was still sleeping when she got up, no doubt still adjusting to the time change. After making a strong pot of coffee, she attended to the animals as she normally did, and readied the milk delivery she would bring into town that day, before the quidditch game. 