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therabbitpatronus:

…everything was quiet except for Ron and Hermione’s slow, deep breathing. Harry glanced over at the dark shapes they made on the floor beside him. Ron had a fit of gallantry and insisted that Hermione sleep on the from the sofa, so that her silhouette was raised above his. Her arm was curved to the floor, her fingers inches from Ron’s. Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands. This idea made him strangely lonely.