Mr.Malfoy was slouched back in a seat, his head tilted back, eyes firmly shut. His blue blazer was tossed to the side of the couch. The white sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. His dress pants were slightly creased, and she wanted to snort at catching him like this. His glasses were still perched on the bridge of his nose. She watched as his chest rose and fell, breathing heavily in his sleep. His platinum white hair fell over his eyes. He looked peaceful, and Esme couldn't help but admit he looked cute. His cheeks were flushed slightly from the chill of the room.