Hermione frowned at the door, and then down at her blanket-wrapped self. Bugger it. Maybe this would convince Harry to stop making a nuisance of himself at incredibly inopportune times. Hermione wrenched the door open and glared at Harry, blanket clutched around her precariously, and Harry’s eyes went wide behind his glasses and he whirled around, back to her. She saw the tips of his ears turn red.