As the large bedroom began to fill with the rays of the morning sun, Hermione woke in Draco's bed for the second morning in a row. His possessiveness, even in the deepest of exhausted sleeps, insisted that his arms remain wrapped tightly around her body. Perhaps subconsciously he was afraid that she would find a reason to run off as he slept. She couldn't blame him. There were more reasons to run than there were to stay.