"You need to rest," she said; drawing away, a smile on those soft, soft lips, fingers running through his hair over and over. A soothing little motion, nails dragging lightly over his scalp, her eyes fixed on his face and filled with tired worry, and happiness. Draco didn't argue with her; his eyes were barely cracked open thanks to a heavy, drugged sleepiness, and rest sounded good. He made a soft noise of agreement, thought that he smiled up at her, and then sleep reached up and dragged him down into blissful oblivion, her fingers still locked with his.