Hermione had brought her pillow and book and fallen asleep reading in his bed. Even as he stood there watching she rolled to her side, the book she'd been reading falling into the space she'd left for him. He walked to his bed and looked down at the witch asleep there. Since her parents had accepted the two of them she had been more relaxed, happier, almost playful in a way he hadn’t seen in her before and he liked it. He picked up the book and laid it on his night stand, noticing the pearls she had been wearing were coiled there neatly waiting for the tiny dragon that still slept soundly on his wrist. He decided to leave the little dragonet where she was. If she woke and wanted the pearls again she’d find them easily enough. With a bit of wandless magic he put the light out before pulling his shirt off and climbing into bed himself. 