Weak in so many ways, Draco thought vaguely, the dream still clear and hard in his mind. Hermione peeled the blankets back, and in an old tee shirt and sleep shorts, slid into the bed next to him, jostling the mattress and making him wince. She shot him a worried, apologetic look and settled back against the pillows curling onto her side so that her nose nuzzled up to his ear, and her arm wrapped over his middle.