"I love you too," he said, his voice hoarse and quiet. Hermione squashed herself closer to him and smiled dreamily. They might not be snogging each other’s brains out anymore, but there was a lovely sort of peace to this. Hermione felt like his heartbeat could lull her off to sleep, and his thumb stroked warm over the back of her hand, his splinted arm heavy around her waist and his shirt wrapping her up like a cocoon, with her knees drawn up to her chest. Hermione’s eyelids felt heavy, and she yawned jaw-crackingly.