She had fallen asleep on him. Draco shifted, his good arm going numb, as her heavy head cut off the blood flow in his left shoulder, fingers going tingly. Hermione stirred at the movement and mumbled a complaint, nuzzling into him further, floppy, heavy deadweight. Draco stared at her hands, all curled up in her lap like little animal paws, and felt like he should be angrier. Like he should be fucking furious with her.