Hermione woke up to banging and voices.  She rubbed at her head and sat up, her confusion exacerbated by the tromping of footsteps up and down the hall.  It sounded as it at least a dozen people were in the house, and she wasn't sure Harry knew that many people well enough to have them over.  She cast a quick tempus charm and groaned.  She knew Harry didn't have that many friends who would be over at 7:30 in the bloody morning.  When she dressed and risked going out into the hall she passed a horribly cheerful young witch casting what seemed to be wallpaper-stripping charms at the faded florals.  