            On the fourth dream, Hermione’s eyes flew open. She didn’t even stop to think, before tearing off her clothes. She hadn’t changed from the day’s jumper and jeans—it made her uneasy, knowing who was just on the other side of the wall. Now though, with beads of sweat racing down her skin, Hermione stripped down to her camisole and summoned sleep shorts from the bag on the dresser.