"Thanks," he whisper-mumbles, and then his eyes slide shut again. Hermione sighs and crawls onto the bed, curling into Malfoy's side. He lifts his arm with a wince and wraps it around her, and she snuggles closer and lets out a soft, weary sigh, head pillowed on his shoulder as she slides her hand to rest on the hollow of his stomach. She wants desperately to feed him chocolate and fried things and complex carbohydrates to fatten him up; to make him sleek and lean again instead of swiftly tipping toward skin and bone.