Hermione was burning up. Everything around her was so warm. She cracked her eye open to find herself locked against Draco Malfoy’s sleeping form. He was on his back, and she was draped over him. One arm was locked around her waist. The jumper she slept in had ridden up, and his hand rested on her bare thigh just a finger’s length away from her bum. His other hand was wrapped possessively around her neck and threaded through her hair. Her nose was buried in his neck, and she could feel his soft breaths along her hair. She was also painfully aware of his shirtless torso that her hand was resting on. Their legs were knotted together as well. The intimacy of this position made a blush rise to her cheeks.