"Ron?" Hermione fell back against her pillow, blinking dazedly. God, that had bloody well hurt. Ron’s head felt astonishingly hard. She looked up at him and could only see a disembodied head in the dark. Dark? She had just gone up to her room to have a lie down before dinner, and now it was dark? She must have fallen asleep, she realised belatedly. Hermione’s face was wet with tears and her head ached, her nose running a little bit. She wiped it with her sleeve and let out a shaky sigh. It had just been a dream.