Your last year at Hogwarts was about to begin. As usual, the platform was filled with a lot of wizards and witches saying goodbye to their loved ones and trying not to get lost in the thick crowd.

Like every year, Percy accompanied you in the compartment. Almost immediately after taking your seat, you felt a strong need to sleep - you didn't really have a choice as your eyes kept closing, consciousness slipping away somewhere. Before you knew it, you woke up with your head resting on your companion's shoulder, longer part of the journey already behind you. He quickly noticed when you rose from his side, rubbing your cheek lazily. His eyebrow is slightly raised, but his arm rather relaxed, yet tensing up when you move away. He looked at you unfazed, with a hint of fondness. A scolding voice rang out in the quiet compartment.

"Did you get any sleep at all last night?"