"Good night, Harry" he murmurs softly, laying there and watching him for a long time before he drifted away thinking about how much his life was changing once more.

They were both well out for the night when Hermione came in. Setting down her bags, she slips out of his jacket before heading to Harry's bedroom. She knows the "keys" to the wards, and a moment later she slips into the room.

It isn't until she is nearly moving up on the bed to lay down beside Harry that she realizes his room is not empty. Pausing, leaning onto one arm, staring at Draco for a minute. Well then.

Leaning down, she curls into Harry's side. "I'm home," she whispers, trying to wake him slowly and not startle him.