After each dream, she would awake in the same manner. Back pressed against Draco, her arse grinding against the length of his cock. She nearly always woke with beads of sweat dripping down her forehead. She would push back against Draco until he worked his hand beneath the hem of her sleep shirt, splaying across her abdomen. His pinky would reach the curve of her breast and she would buck insistently into the touch. Draco never failed to indulge her, immediately moving to knead the soft flesh with his larger hands, rolling a rosy nipple between two nimble fingers. 