"That’s good," she told him sleepily. "Because I don’t really feel like talking. I’m – I’m so tired." And then to prove her point, she yawned jaw-crackingly. Draco’s arm stayed close around her shoulders, and Hermione felt herself start to fall into sleep her head drooping against his warm body of its own volition. Her iron filings had settled, and her compass point had brought her north, and a happy feeling suffused her sleepy mind.