When her wardbell went off for the second time that day Hermione sighed, but hurried to open the door so Harry wouldn't wake up. When she saw Ginny standing in the doorway, she could have groaned. Not that she didn't love Ginny, but with Harry trying to sleep off some horrible reaction from a potion with his stubborn will... And the person second-most affected by the potion now in her flat. Hermione felt her own headache setting in, but smiled at her friend.
"What brings you here?" she asked, moving aside to allow Ginny inside. She was wearing pajamas. This was not a good sign. "Sit down, I'll make us some tea," Hermione bustled into her kitchen and set her kettle and got out the necessities.