Hermione sat up, pulling the blankets tightly around her body as if that would stop the stares. He didn't immediately answer. Only sat up in his own bed, not even caring that the blankets fell off of him revealing his lean, bare chest. Every other time they'd spent a night together in the tent, they had each been careful to remain as modest and respectful of the other as possible. There was enough to worry about in their situation without adding uncomfortable tension to it all. As much as she might have tried to avert her eyes, it was difficult. Draco either didn't mind or even realize she was getting an eyeful of his fair flesh.