Hermione is turned on her side, her hands tucked under her face. Without even looking his way, Hermione knows he's tense as a board as if any second he’s going to jump out of the bed if she even dares to scoot closer. She’s so painfully aware of every inch of her body that is perfectly aligned against the length of her body that it’s leaving the nerve endings in her skin fizzling with charged energy. The bed is both incredibly small, yet large in all the empty spaces that still exist where they aren’t completely touching each other. 