
Harry had been slumbering peacefully for once, without traumatic memories flashing in his dreams. In fact, he hadn't dreamed of anything. It was possibly the most restful sleep he'd gotten since he was young. It was disturbed, however, when a pair of hands gave him a bit of a shake. [b "What?"] he slurs groggily, trying to see through half-closed eyes.
Seeing that it was only Hermione, and not a threat, his head dropped back down against the fluffy pillow. [b "Don't want to get up. Don't make me,"] he pleaded, wanting to go back to that peaceful state of no worries.
The threat of Mrs. Weasley forced his eyes open fully, knowing that the matriarch of the family would not stand for them skipping any kind of chores. [b "Think we can hide out in the attic until she stops looking for us?"] he asked hopefully.
Already knowing the answer, he slid his blankets off and threw his legs over the side of the bed, reaching for his glasses. [b "I see you haven't attempted to wake the beast yet,"] he noted the sound of Ron snoring across the room.
Rising to his feet, Harry snatched his pillow up and padded across the room, not even bothering to be quiet since it wouldn't rouse the redhead anyway. In one smooth motion, he swung the pillow around and bashed Ron in the face with it. [b "Wake up, Ronniekins,"] Harry tried to sound chipper, knowing it would just make his friend more irritated.
Ron groaned and rolled over, murmuring incoherently. [b "Let's go,"] Harry swung again, connecting with the back of his head.
[i "I'm going to kill you,"] their friend growls, glaring up at them from under his hair.
[b "I already have one psychotic wizard trying to kill me. I don't need another. Get up, it's time for breakfast,"] Harry drops the pillow on to the bed, turning to Hermione. [b "Is everyone else awake?"]