Hermione grumbled incoherently and snorted, mouth agape, her head hanging back over Draco’s good arm. Draco dragged her awkwardly up his bed, grinning at her. She must be absolutely knackered to sleep through all this heaving and flopping. He gasped as he managed to tip her back onto the bed, her head fwoofing onto his pillow and her legs spread in a highly undignified but extremely appealing manner.