They stare at each other for a long moment, and then all of a sudden Hermione knows; what she expects, as he says. It doesn't matter how wrong and ill-advised it might be – it's all she has and she needs it. The comfort. She swallows down a sob, picking at loose threads in the bedcover as she steadies her breathing, says in a small, cracked voice: "Sleep with me?" A breath judders out of Malfoy's lungs, and his pupils swamp his eyes.