"Hmm?" he asked lazily, tucking Hermione closer to him with one arm. She sighed, kissing the tip of his nose and then untangling herself from him, sitting up reluctantly, eyes widening at the numbers on the novelty clock Ron had gotten her. They had the meeting coming up in a few hours – they'd spent half the day in bed together. Damnit. She tried to organise her thoughts, the fogginess of drink and dozing still clinging to her like cobwebs.