The bed is plenty big enough for them to sleep without touching, but that isn't what either of them want. Malfoy gingerly settles down on his back, and when Hermione shuffles closer to him, he opens his arms to her. She sinks into him eagerly, head nestled at the juncture of his chest and shoulder, his arm around her waist and her hand resting balled up at his sternum, and he is warm skin and rough-soft bandaging, and his fingers card through her hair. He asks her softly if she needs more healing or numbing charms, or for the lumos to stay on, bombarding her with concern. When Hermione shakes her head no to all of them, Malfoy puts his wand down and tucks the blankets up around her, kissing the top of her head as if she is a child.