Hermione shifted restlessly. She had stripped off her robes and mussed her hair to give Ron the impression he had indeed managed to fuck her last night. She was currently lying parallel to his body on the mattress, clad only in a thin chemise, using his arm as a pillow. It was not a comfortable pillow, and she was rapidly tiring of waiting for him to wake on his own. Clearly she’d be waiting till kingdom come if she left it up to him.