Theo grunted then rolled over to fall asleep again.  The rest of the room remained quiet with only faint sounds of breathing and movement in sleep.  Draco finished unbuttoning his layers, carefully folding the costume and placing it in his chest.  He snuck from the room to brush his teeth, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror.  His sleep shirt was undone enough to see the silvery scars that Potter had given him years ago, another night where Draco had a crisis of faith.  Draco ran a hand through his hair, now blond again, then touched his lips.