Hermione’s eyes opened—Draco was already rising from the bed, nude, his skin pebbling from the cold air. He gestured with his hand and dressed himself before approaching the door. Hermione was barely sitting up. She was also nude, shivering from the cold and trying to suppress a yawn when he looked back and gestured at her, dressing her, too. Warm and grateful, she wrapped her robe around herself and stood.