Hermione woke as soon as the first sun rays entering the room. Momentarily confused, she blinked the fog out of her eyes and scanned the room. Harry was still asleep; his head rested on the back of the couch with his arm heavy across Hermione’s shoulders. Reaching around her body, she smoothly lifted his arm and wiggled her body off the couch in an awkward series of movements. Hermione stood up and stretched, her muscles tight from the sleeping conditions of the previous night. As she worked a knot in her left shoulder with deft fingers, she reached out to pet Crookshanks who had taken up guard on the armchair next to Harry. 