Malfoy, somehow more in control of himself, adjusts them so she's pressed against his chest, her face tucked into his neck. And this is where the coldness disappears at last. This is where the heat of their tangled bodies melts away the frost in hers—slowly, and then all at once. Hermione sighs, and squeezes in tighter against him, stealing whatever warmth he can offer and in turn giving hers.