Hermione was across the Hall and stepping out through the huge double doors in no time at all. She was going to need to sit Draco down and explain that they needed to set some boundaries to their late nights. She couldn’t survive off a few hours of sleep every night, indefinitely. She ran past the marble staircase, smooth soles of her leather shoes skidding over the flagstone floor as she turned the corner to cut through the middle courtyard. Now that McGonagall was serving as Headmistress in addition to the Transfigurations Professor for the seventh and eighth year advanced students, she was particularly brutal about her tardiness policy.