Hermione kissed Nova and rubbed noses. "Sleep tight," she said, softly closing their door.
Stopping in front of Lyra's door, Hermione looked up at Draco with a wicked grin. "I'll wager being buggered over your desk against tying you to the bed and painting my name across your chest, that not only has she managed to kick off all her covers, she's managed to get herself completely turned around in the bed." Either way, she'd win. Knowing Lyra's night-time gymnastics, however, Hermione felt confident she'd be laying claim.