And then at last she was asleep, exhaustion and alcohol having taken their toll, snoring snotty on Draco's shoulder, her breath still hitching now and then with the aftermath of her tears. He tugged the bottle out of her lax fingers and carefully, awkwardly shifted her until she was lying down, head on the pillow instead of him. His shoulder ached from the weight of her head, and his arse was half-numb from sitting frozen in one position for so long. She made a mewling sound when he extracted himself from her clinging grip, sprawled on her back, limp and still.