When Malfoy slides into the bed he doesn't try to enforce any distance between them. He knows what Hermione wants – what he wants just as badly as she does, despite his insistence that it is wrong. Apparently tonight – their last night – is different. In nothing but his pyjama trousers, Malfoy lies back against the pillows and beckons to her, arms opening, and she shuffles across to him immediately, eagerly. Her head against his naked shoulder and her arm over his torso – warm and smooth – and her other arm crushed up beneath her, hand tucked to her neck. For his part, Malfoy wraps both his arms firm around her, and tangles their legs together, and he is hot and close and real, and Hermione feasts on the feel of him.