Hermione floated up to consciousness, a vague discomfort dragging her out of sleep. The first thing she was aware of was a warm body snugged up against hers, and she smiled drowsily. Draco’s arm was draped securely over her waist, and Hermione identified the splint on his arm digging into her side as the source of the discomfort that woke her. Now she was awake it was even more uncomfortable, and she wondered whether shifting his arm would wake him. She moved slightly, and then realised there was something disconcertingly hard and hot pressing against her bum.