It was hard for Hermione to get comfortable. The bed was so empty and cold without Severus beside her.
She could just imagine him laying on the couch, which she figured he had tranfigured into a bed by now, and sleeping soundly. He wouldn't be tossing and turning just trying to get comfortable. No, he wouldn't miss sharing a bed with her.
She swore. She groaned and hit her pillow to change its shape. Slamming her head down on the reshapened pillow, she felt like screaming.
He deserved to be lonely, not her.
To her surprise, she heard faint noise outside the bedroom door.