At any rate, they spend their evenings in what she could almost call companionable silence, until 10 o'clock sharp, when Hermione takes a bath and crawls into bed. She is never really very tired, but she shuts her eyes and tries to sleep anyway – because there is nothing else to do, and because although she often wakes with nightmares, she craves the blissful nothingness of sleep that comes before the bad dreams. She doesn't know how late Malfoy usually stays up, but whenever she awakes from a nightmare, she sees him there. Lit softly in the lowered lamplight and sitting uncomfortable at the table; sometimes still reading despite the clock saying it is hours past midnight, sometimes blinking sleepily to wakefulness at her with worry printed in his hazy eyes, and sometimes fast asleep and snoring faintly, face smushed into the table and hand on his wand even in his sleep.