"It would seem we have a problem."

"You think so?"

In front of them was a nice, cosy bed, which, although could more than accommodate a person comfortably, was definitely no King Size.

"Looks like we have a hard choice to make." Hermione looked pointedly at him. "We better get on with it, then."

"Yeah." With the air of a martyr, Draco continued, "So you take the sofa and I'll take the bed."

"What?" Hermione sounded surprised. "You want me to sleep on the sofa? You're no gentleman, Malfoy!"

Malfoy let out a laugh. "No, I believe in equality, Granger. Besides, I think I deserve to get the bed."

"How do you figure that?"

"I'm used to a certain lifestyle, you see, and, of course, we are not going to share the bed, and I wouldn't fit into the sofa. I should get the bed."

Hermione glared daggers at him.

"You have spent almost half your life sleeping in the dungeons at Hogwarts. I'm sure your lifestyle can suffer a night of setback."

"The Slytherin beds are quite fluffy, I'll have you know." Draco said, indignantly.

"Well, I've had my share of camping in forests and sleeping on tent floors. I should get the bed." Hermione said, hands on her hips.

"Whatever, Granger."

Resolutely, Draco unbuttoned his hand cuffs, pulled down his sleeves, walked over to a side of the bed and flopped down on it. "I'm staying right here."

"Fine," Hermione snapped. "I'll take the cold, hard floor."

"Don't be dramatic, Granger. No one ever died from a night of discomfort."

Draco watched as Hermione huffed and puffed and got the the sheets and pillow down on the floor. It took a while to determine the most comfortable arrangement. And then she took a look at her work and groaned.

"Granger, wait!"

Hermione paused just as she was about to lie down.

"How about," Draco said. He took a deep breath and continued through gritted teeth, "we share the bed?"

Hermione looked up at him.

"Gee. Didn't realise your lifestyle included sharing your bed."

"I'm not heartless. And I suppose I'm a gentleman."

"Took you long enough."

"So how about it?"

Hermione considered for a moment. "Oh I dunno know. Sharing a dormitory is one thing..."

"Sharing a bed is a different matter altogether?" Draco smirked. "Look, I'll keep this side free, in case you change your mind."

Having said that, Draco pulled the covers over himself, trying to drift off to sleep.

A few Moments later, Hermione joined him in bed on the other side, carrying all the sheets and the pillow back.

"Try anything funny and I'll hex you," she said as a matter of fact.

"Don't worry," Draco said, his eyes still closed. "We both know you don't need a wand to hurt my face."

Hermione laughed at that. And when she turned to face him, she could have sworn she saw the ghost of a smile playing on his lips.