"Time to sleep, Nott." Hermione walked over his body, to gain better access to his arms and dragged him across the living room to sit him on the sofa. She accidentally hit the edge of the coffee table with his temple and a muffled  oops  slipped through her lips, when she noticed the streak of blood pooling on his eyebrow. She waved her hand, deciding against wiping it off of his face. This will be the least of his concerns, anyway.