Hermione often spent her nights divided between the two; only sleeping in her own, private room when ill. Though when she’d come down with a nasty case of the cat flu, Draco had curled beside her, and read silly, muggle-born romances to her, that she would never admit to liking, while Tom brewed potions for her using Slughorn's lab. She was their witch, the only one that Tom or Draco would ever share.