"Why didn't you just open the window? I think you wanted to get caught," Hermione grinned. She should leave. She really ought to leave. It would be a very wise thing to do, to back out of the bathroom and return to her bed. Instead, she took the flannel from Ron and, after a lot of shuffle-footing and nervous laughter, managed to manoeuvre her way around Ron and in front of the mirror.
Hermione lowered the flannel and made a disgusted little tch under her breath. She leaned over the basin and squinted at her face, letting out a short groan. Sleep had messed her hair to twice its regular size, which was impressive by itself, but now her nose was as red as a clowns to boot. "I expect Fleur will be able to get the swelling down in a jiffy. We're lucky she's so good at all this sort of thing. I was reading through her books she had in school. Did you know they learned First Aid? That would be far more practical than..." Hermione racked her brain for a subject she could live without, "Divination, I suppose. Or maybe they could just add another class."
Looking at Ron in the mirror, she noticed his shoulder, so poorly mended by her and her lack of proper training, "I'd have done a better job on that otherwise. Maybe Fleur should take a look at it?"