"Hey, Granger, you cant spend the night in the shower, lets get you to bed, come on" She barely opens her eyes and I pull her up with one arm, book in the other hand. I support her and waddle into her bedroom, hit with the scent of her shampoo. Everything smells like honey. I put the book face down on her bedside table and nudge her onto her bed. She’s sprawled out, one leg and her good arm hanging off the bed, her other half fully supported. I feel confident enough to leave her like this. Exhausted, hopefully in for a night of dreamless sleep. I check her bandaged arm once, quickly, before exiting. So far, I’m pretty pleased about my mission with Hermione Granger.Subsequently I cannot know peace, because as I’m awoken in the middle of the night by banging on my door, from the bathroom? I trip out of bed, rubbing my eyes I open the door, Granger stands there looking wild. Face red, tears running down her face, sweat beading on her forehead.