When Hermione woke up several hours later, they had gravitated towards each other in their sleep, and Draco was wrapped around her again. Hermione flushed, enjoying the position of his hand. She let her mind wander to the flight that evening, to the library, to the man who had panicked in the bathroom at the Vault, and this time she pushed her arse back on purpose. The feel of him against her sent heat down between her legs. Draco groaned in his sleep, and his hand flexed on her breast.