Nothing new. Hermione was torn between also hoping that Seamus had passed out, and being horrified that it might be the case. There was no way past it, it was really bothering her that he had gotten completely drunk.
"No, I don't want to concern anyone else with this. I'll just keep an eye on it for the moment," she decided, picking up her own journal and flicking to where she had been writing to Seamus, just to make sure that Ron hadn't missed something hexed to her. Waving a dismissive hand towards the couch, she shook her head. "I'm not tired."