"Harry! Harry!" Hermione moaned, shaking Harry hard, trying to wake him, "Oh god, we are so late!"

Harry cracked one eye open and looked at his beautifully frantic lover, "S’matter, love?" he muttered sleepily, "We have hours before class starts."

Hermione stamped her foot on the ground, "We have to get back to the castle, remember? Before Ron wakes up."

Reaching over for his glasses, Harry eyed the clock in disbelief. They should have left the inn over three house ago but had fallen asleep after...well. "Oh god," it was his turn to moan, "Ron is going to be furious."

mood: melancholy
audio: R.E.M. Night's Swimming