Hermione let this new information settle as they lapsed into silence, Malfoy’s grip eventually loosening as his eyes fluttered closed. As his breathing evened out, Hermione marvelled for the first time at how young he looked in sleep. Even though she was nine months the elder, Malfoy had been her bully, which had made her feel small, and now that they were grown he was not only physically larger but held the weight of experiences of someone much older. She supposed she did as well, but something about seeing the relaxation of sleep on his face made Malfoy look only his twenty years, the sharp lines of his jaw and nose softening and becoming reminiscent of their younger years. 