"No, Hermione, I wouldn’t sleep on the same bed as you," Draco sighed and sat down at the table, breakfast in front of him. Hermione blinked. She wasn’t sure if she was appreciative of the fact that he hadn’t presumed to share his bed with her, or offended by the way he had said it. Like he wouldn’t want to. Hermione smudged her knuckles hard over her eyes again, and told herself she wouldn’t want him all bony and lanky in bed with her anyway. If he had crawled in, all bony and lanky, though, then maybe she would have woken up and Luna wouldn’t have caught her in Draco Malfoy’s bed.