Sighing, he stared at her for a moment, eyeing her tangled lions mane that surrounded her head and sat softly over her bare shoulders, her perked breasts as they rose and fell with her breath, his locket sitting safely on her neck, and the peacefulness in her face. Sneering at her then, he rolled his eyes and curled up onto his normal side of the bed, which happened to be the side Hermione had left empty.