He refuses to leave her while she's like that, sitting silently with her until nearly dawn, when he falls asleep on the floor at her feet, his head lolling awkwardly against the base of the chair. Hermione unfolds herself when she notices the change in his breathing and the awkward twist to his head, and puts her legs down, nudging his head so that it falls more comfortable against her thigh. Malfoy stirs in his sleep then, lifting his head enough that dark grey eyes meet hers sleepy and dazed, and she smiles down at him in the pale light of dawn, feeling fondness well up.