Hermione shifted in her sleep and inched closer, tucking herself into Draco’s arms as she slept. Draco brought one arm up and wrapped it around her waist. As his arm braced around her, pulling her in close, Hermione shifted again, one leg coming to rest atop Draco’s own just where his knees were parted. He watched as she mumbled in her sleep, all unintelligible. Draco moved his hand braced at her lower back just beneath the ratty muggle t-shirt she wore, seeking out her bare flesh. Though the soul bond seemed content with their increased proximity, Draco still craved the initial fire when their skin met. It was as if he took a shock to his magical core when his hand moved up her back beneath her shirt, energy seemed to rush into him through his hand straight to that spot in his chest where the pull usually emanated from. 