When she didn't reply, he slid down onto his back, supported his head with his arm and pillow, and rolled her on top of him. Hermione laid her head into her crossed arms over his chest. His other arm rested possessively on the small of her back. Hermione closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but the steady beat of his heart irritated her. All she could think of was Lucio, how silent and pensive he had been as they had walked back into the manor, how he had dutifully gone to Pansy after she had kissed him good night.