She felt Fleur’s body settle on top of hers, a long leg wrapping itself around one of Hermione’s. She was always so cold, Fleur was. But she was warm now. Was it because of Hermione? She didn’t know nearly as much about vampires as she did about other topics, and she wondered if part of the pleasure of feeding came from the warmth they obtained from victims. Hermione was always cold these days, too. If she could feed to warm up, she probably would have as well. This was a close second. The colder she became, the warmer Fleur felt against her. 