Ah. A bit more macabre than Hermione was guessing of the name. They're laying in the bed, Malfoy's fingers trailing through her hair. She tucks into the nook of his arm and his other hand comes around to lightly skim across her wrist. She's still wearing the lingerie, although the closer they get to sleep the more she wants to take it off. She hates getting twisted up in things when she sleeps, and the fabric of this is so silky she knows it'll drive her mad.