As exhausted as Kate was, it was a little strange to be climbing into her bed with her naked boyfriend. For everything she'd done back home -- and here, though that was limited -- she'd never actually stuck around in anyone's bed or had anyone stay in hers for longer than an hour or so. This was all new territory and she'd probably be a little freaked out by it later. But not now. Right now, she couldn't do much more than climb into the bed and pull the sheets up over her shoulders.

"I had to spend the night in the holding cell," she mumbled into her arm. "Apparently I thought, hey, you know what? Sleeping is for pussies, you should get up and try to light something on fire. That'd be awesome." She paused, looking up at Harry. "It wasn't awesome."