He swallowed and pulled his hand away as an urge crept up on him; to touch Hermione elsewhere. Draco most certainly wasn’t going to start feeling her up in her sleep. He wanted to – or at least he wanted to wake her up and then explore the luscious curves and hidden dips of her body. But he wouldn’t. So he drew a blanket over Hermione’s curled up form instead, and sat down at the table, propping his feet up on it and settling his current book on his lap. There was nowhere to sleep but the one narrow bed, and Draco sure as hell wasn’t going to crawl in and share it with her – not if they weren’t shagging. It was too intimate. Plus she would probably murder him when she woke up. So it looked like sleep was not on the menu tonight. He didn’t really mind.