Draco tutted after her like an annoyed mother hen. Smoothing down the bedcovers she'd mussed, he did what he could to make her feel comfortable. She knew that the fact that he'd put her inside his own bed, and not in the guest bed as he did the last time he slipped a potion into her tea, was significant. Was he trying to prove to her that he meant what he said about caring for her? She tried to push the thoughts out of her mind. That was hardly the time to think of the inconvenience of a wartime romance. There were other much more important issues to worry about than whether or not a wizard fancied her.