Draco, for his part, had been the perfect gentleman every night. And this was despite the inner turmoil his brain underwent every time he glanced at her bare thighs or thought about the fact that she had carelessly tossed her bra on her bed before she changed into her nightdress. Which if he was being reasonable was a rather sexless oversized cotton t-shirt with a stupid print on the front of a cake with a face. But once Granger slipped it over her head, it became the sexiest thing he had ever seen and his brain took several detours before he found a sense of calm to go to sleep with her in his arms.