Rose was certain she would faint from excitement before even reaching his bed. She covered her mouth to stop herself from gasping and walked very slowly to the edge of the bed. She slid one knee in and then the other, letting her slippers slide to the floor. The mattress swayed dangerously, but Draco's sleeping figure was already beneath her, supine. She crawled on all fours to his side and leaned down to leave a light kiss on the most exposed cheek. It still tasted like Firewhisky and was warm and soft despite the short beard hair.