She was tucked into bed in one of his discarded shirts a minute later, surrounding herself in the comfort of his scent. She groped at the nightstand where both wands lay, pulling the first one she touched towards her to flick the curtains closed. The icy chill of his magic running through her fingers is the last thing she feels. She’s asleep before the darkness ever really claims the room, Draco’s wand rolling onto the bed next to her.