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His bed was softer than hers.
Hermione had been wondering for some time now, carefully trying to remember the exact feel of the mattress when she was lying there, how it formed around her back and gave her just the right support.
It was a very, very nice mattress.
Perhaps it was some sort of retaliation for the fact that he had to live in a gloomy and cold dungeon, instead of a light, warm and cosy tower like she did.
It was almost fair that he would have the better mattress, almost.
Hermione really enjoyed a good night's sleep, especially after a cosy evening including other very nice activities. It was such a shame however, that she had to climb all the way from the dungeons and up to the Gryffindor tower. It was so far, and the trip always woke her up.
So when he, as he did every night, opened his covers and asked her to stay with a poorly concealed pleading tone, she reasoned that it would be absolutely best for her to get a good night's sleep for once and crawled under the covers with him. Only because she couldn't stand the walk and his mattress was softer, of course.
It was absolutely not that she slept better just because Draco Malfoy was there.
Not at all.
A/N: Just a tiny silly drabble, written out of boredom. I don't think I like Draco in this, but it's sort of a story inside a story, there are sircumstances we're not aware of and so on, if this had been a part of a longer story, there would be a reason for Draco to act as he does. I guess. The drabble itself is exactly 222 words, just thought it was fun. Constructive critisism, thoughts or anything else really is highly appreciated.