"Yes, you're forgiven," Hermione exhaled, a fond sigh, exaggerated and tolerant. She still felt, admittedly, rather uncomfortable at the idea of diving into drugs which impaired one's judgment so thoroughly— but as her regular scolding of both Harry and Ron never seemed to land in this respect, she didn't quite feel enough inclination to pass on the advice to those who were probably much better at limiting themselves. (With the occasional, island-triggered exception.) "Granted it's easier for me to do after the fact, seeing as how no one was really harmed. I'm sure that I'd feel a little differently, were I in Jeff's position."

Her lips curved into a smile, gaze falling to the ground. "But believe me, I've done my share of reckless things, especially in the heat of the moment." A touch of mischief lingered in her eyes as she looked up again. "Though I'm not sure very many have involved keeping someone else's roommate away for the night."