The sight of Hermione asleep beside him seemed to quell that feeling. Her lips were parted the tiniest bit and he watched as each breath she took blew a curl off of her face. His lips tilted up in a smile, and Draco reached out to tuck the strand of hair back into place. He allowed himself a moment or two to trace his index finger over the bridge of her nose, across her cheeks and up to her temples. She was truly stunning, and Draco didn’t think he’d ever stop appreciating the moments he had to himself with her in proximity. Selfishly, he dragged the tip of his finger across her bottom lip. 