Draco smiled and allowed himself to be led away, down to the kitchens where Hermione fixed them both a cup of tea and large slices of Black Forest gateau, which Tippy had made the day before. He ate his without complaint, his eyes brightening after he finished, though exhaustion seemed to settle over his features despite it barely being noon. "Come on," Hermione urged, sending their plates to wash themselves in the sink and tugging Draco back toward his bedroom. As they passed her room, she summoned the book she’d been reading, not breaking stride as it zoomed into her hand, and marched right up to Draco’s bed. "You look like you could use a nap," she said, then walked over to a chair near the window. "I’ll be right here when you get up." 