"Slytherin," Hermione teased again and then just sat for a while, her eyelids feeling heavy, and her whole body limply relaxed into Draco’s. It was nice. She wasn’t over thinking things, she was just...enjoying. No thoughts about what it meant to be curled up against Draco like this. No analysing or worrying about what it meant to be snuggled up to Draco Malfoy, old school nemesis and ex-Death Eater.