Hermione would have hoped for longer, but she would take twelve hours. "Wonderful," she told him. "You need to sleep for about ten of those." Echoing his shrug, she didn't bother explaining herself, mostly because she probably couldn't have gotten a word in edgewise.
It was somewhat amusing, having Ron talk a mile a minute. It reminded her of his sugar highs when they were younger.
"It was given to me, I kept it in case you or Harry might have wanted it. Turns out it was Oliver who asked for it first. And you don't have to like it, but you can at least not like it silently when we use this place for D.A. meetings, okay?" Her tone was light, but she meant what she was saying.
"You did mention that," Hermione reminded him with a smile. "What do you want to drink?"