Harry had been trying to will Ron to sleep with his mind for nearly an hour. Usually his friend was out and sawing logs the second his head hit the pillow. Sadly, that night, Ron wouldn’t shut up. While he truly loved his friend, Harry found Ron’s prattling on to be most inconvenient. He had wanted to change into something better, sexier, for his meet up with Hermione. Sadly, there was no time. As it was he was going to be late. He would be even later if he woke Ron up trying to get a change of clothes.
He was in a pair of baggy men’s pajama pants that were blue and white striped, that used to belong to Mister Weasley, and they were a little too long for him. Harry was barefoot and had on a simple white t-shirt, an undershirt really.
Carefully, Harry made his way to Regulus’ room. Thankfully, no one saw him. Knocking once, he ducked inside the door and closed it behind him. He stopped short as he saw Hermione on the bed. “Wow…you look gorgeous,” he said in obvious awe.