That white, was roiling over the two other colors, a Gryffindor to her very core indeed, and almost blanketing them. She came with a grit to her teeth and he could feel that it wasn’t very good, but enough that she could sigh and roll herself over and tuck herself into bed. Draco could force people to sleep then enter their dreaming mind. He couldn’t sit there and interact with people, he wasn’t a ghost and he certainly wasn’t a poltergeist. All the ghosts and peeves avoided him completely. He watched as she slept and wrapped his fingers around her mind, slowly entering into her dreams. Which felt more like a memory and sat back to watch. 