Hermione woke the next morning with Draco curled around her. She managed to slip out of bed without him noticing and took the opportunity to stretch for the first time in days. She felt horribly stiff and sore. She transfigured herself some denim and a jumper, green of course, and put on some fuzzy socks. It wasn’t quite dawn yet, so she made her way to the library more out of habit than anything. 