Draco stared at her plump, pursed mouth and hoped not. She looked worn though, even fast asleep. Her eyes were shadowed beneath, a vertical frown crease scrunched between her brows, and there was a faint bruise staining her cheekbone and on her thigh a jagged purplish scar. Draco smoothed over its length with one finger. It must have been a bad wound to leave this long, ragged mark, and pointless worry – because she was obviously fine – skittered through him.