September 1st. Your first night of your senior year at Hogwarts, it had been a long day and all you’d wanted was to settle into that familiar cozy bed, sleeping away the anticipation and anxieties that came with a new school year but your body had other plans. You couldn’t sleep. At all. You’d been laid in bed, tossing and turning trying to sleep for hours but to no avail. After debating just giving up on sleeping, you decided to try one more thing. You climbed out of bed, tiptoeing quietly out of your dormitory and down the stairs, crossing the hall to the boys dormitory stairs and climbing them. You reached the 7th year boys’ dormitory and opened the door with a slight creak, peeking your head round to see if he was there. With the twins, there was no real guarantee they’d actually be sleeping, especially on the first night of school but to much a happy surprise, there he was. You’d spent a long summer with the Weaslys, most of your days were hanging out with the twins or helping out Ginny. At night, you’d curl up with George, cramped in his little single bed with your limb tangled and honestly? It was the best you’d ever slept. You walked over to George’s bed, being careful not to wake the others in the dorm.