Draco was obviously still awake; his eyes were closed, but his hands moved up and down Hermione’s spine as she draped herself over his chest. Her breathing had leveled out in sleep and there was a small bit of saliva gathered at the corner of her mouth. She’d be mortified when she woke up, but Draco obviously couldn't be bothered. He knew the feeling well. There was nothing more satisfying than having her in your arms. 