Pop a Sleeping Draught

Wanting a good night's sleep, Harry reaches a hand outside of his bunk curtains and into his trunk. Palming around, he feels the cool, smooth glass bottle of sleeping draught that he had Hermione make for him for just such occasions. Popping off the cork with his teeth, Harry swigs the remainder of the bottle around in it's glass appraisingly before swallowing it down in one big gulp.

'I'm going to need to get Hermione to make more of thi...' Harry's thoughts were interrupted as he fell into a deep slumber.