Her eyes flicked to his bedside table, where his wand lay openly. She could easily take it and leave, or even send a Patronus message and he would be none the wiser, but no sooner had the thought occurred than it was gone. He trusted her, to bring her to his bedroom, to have sex with her, to fall asleep in her presence, and Hermione found that strangely, she trusted him too. Maybe they weren't quite friends, but they certainly weren't enemies anymore, nor were they nothing to each other. Regardless, she wasn't sure how he would take to waking up with her in his bed, so she gazed at him a few moments longer before gently disentangling her fingers from his and wandlessly summoning her clothing from around the room. He stirred but didn't wake as she quietly dressed, and with a lingering glance, she slipped from his room and down the hallway to her own. 