And Hermione shrugs and tells him: "Nothing I can have," and when she says the words, an odd sense of calm suffuses her, and the next words are easy to say. "Except the bed is cold, and..." Malfoy gets the hint. He slides in beside her, tugging her close - the big spoon to her little - and she falls asleep in warmth that she can pretend is safety. That she can burrow into, forgetting the outside world as sleep creeps ever closer, washing over her in a dreamless, welcome fog.