With all of the lights out, Blaise’s room wasn’t so bad. The bed was garish, yes. But it was big enough to fit three large men, and their human-sized teddy bear. If Hermione hadn’t had the stuffing fucked out of her, she might’ve complained about being jostled and passed over. But it seemed the three of them had created an informal cuddling schedule, and Hermione would wake every few hours to find herself in a new set of arms.