A couple of hours after Draco had come up to Hermione's room she stirred in his arms, stretching and rousing herself, and startling him out of the doze he was only just beginning to sink into. She made a little mewling, groaning sound as she stretched her arms out and rolled off him, arching her back and making a starfish shape under the covers next to him, taking up most of the single bed and nearly forcing him off onto the floor. He rolled onto his side and hooked the blanket down with one finger, eyes on the dusky pink of her nipples as she bowed her back, pushing her chest up into the air. She looked over at him sleepily with heavy-lidded eyes, the cheek she'd had pressed against his chest all flushed and the other pale, her hair in snarled waves that fluffed around her face.