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Her glasses are falling down her nose, her mouth is open and her breath immensely deeper than when Hermione made it back from the Ministry, and for that Luna is grateful. She elects to cover her girlfriend in the blanket they keep on the armchair for afternoon naps and lazy mornings rather than move her. Anything to not disturb the quiet she's found.
Luna picks up the book that fell off Hermione's lap and chuckles at the overly complicated titling of yet another of her law students' theses.
She watches over her for a while, before going to bed too.