"Incorrect, love." He turned his face into her hand, pressing a kiss into her palm. "Sweet dreams, Granger." But his grip is just a little tighter than it needs to be. His arm splays possessively, protectively, across her lower back, his hand dipping down onto her hip. His free arm tucked up under his own head, mere inches from another wand. Even within the safety of his own wards, wands in reach, bad guys locked away; he needed reassurance of her body weight on top of him before his heartbeat finally steadied.