            Once Sirius had drifted off to sleep, Hermione eased out of bed and buttoned his dress shirt over herself, the length just long enough to cover her knickers, once she found them on the other side of the room. After casting a whispered Accio for the contraceptive potion in her bag, Hermione downed a mouthful of the foul liquid. Even after stomaching the potion while dating Ron, she hadn’t grown accustomed to the aftertaste.