Draco exited the bathroom to the darkness of the cabin, and Hermione’s figure, facing away from the door. She was by any counts, presumably asleep; so naturally, he made no obvious attempt to be quiet. He dropped his book flat on the floor with a loud *bang*, rummaged through his drawers, shutting them loudly. He even managed to shuffle his blankets in a way that seemed so loud, it had to be purposeful. 