Draco woke slowly, feeling remarkably content, pleasantly warm and... mildly suffocated? Confused, a touch befuddled, he opened his eyes, confronted at once by a cloud of dense brown strands, and he felt a smile stretch across his face as he remembered. It had been years since he'd woken up in this particular position, but it was always the same. Hermione was the snuggly sort, draping arms and legs and her not inconsiderable hair across him any time they'd had a chance to fall asleep next to each other. He'd never minded, as he found it incredibly comforting, particularly after having grown up in the household that he did. Lucius was very anti-teddy and had made a point to burn or vanish all of Draco's stuffies, even when he was a toddler. His first experience sleeping next to Hermione had awoken the part of him that longed for physical touch, for near-suffocating levels of body-to-body contact, particularly in sleep.