Hermione had been awake for a few hours. She felt like even her waking life was some sort of horrible nightmare lately and it just made more sense to stay awake and be alert to any real danger they might encounter. Dressed in a thin pink nightgown that hit her at midthigh, she shivered as she moved through the cold old house.
Reading was the only thing that seemed to comfort her, she found several interesting books up in Regulus's room after they had discovered he was R.A.B. about the dark arts that included counter jinxes and she had made her way up to his room after she was sure the boys were both safe in their room. It amazed her that Ron could sleep so soundly. Harry was the opposite, he looked trouble even in his sleep. She had peeked in on them and saw them both laying there, her eyes had lingered longer than she wanted to admit on Harry's sleeping body. Sometimes she just wanted to crawl into bed with him and hold him, he had been through so much.
Sipping a cup of tea and perching herself on the big fluffly pillows of Regulus' bed, she settled herself in to read. She had been reading for about an hour when she heard a floorboard outside the room creek. She snatched her wand up off the table and then heard Harry's voice and she lowered it, relaxing.
"It's me, come in," she said, relieved it wasn't some crazy Death Eater or Kretcher.