"Besides giving me a disgusted and scathing look, which is how she looks at me most of the time these days, she said nothing."  He lightly traced the now-healing letters Bellatrix had carved into her soft flesh, and she shivered.  "You are in no state to begin tonight, Hermione.  Your body needs to recover from the Cruciatus curse.  Move over," he commanded.  She blinked at him, but slid closer to the wall, as he lay in the bed next to her, drawing her into his arms.  Despite herself, his warmth was welcoming, and she didn’t even mind the slight odor of drink she could smell on his breath.