As if sensing that they had moved in, Draco rolled closer to them in his sleep and Hermione stroked his cheek, moving his long blonde hair out of his face. He was looking more and more like Lucius as he got older, but there were hints of Narcissa in him and those were what she focused on. She could see them more in his face when he was sleeping like this and his face was relaxed. He carried so much tension in him. Draco was a dedicated partner, but he wasn’t easy going. Theo was the go with the flow one, whether the flow was murder or a quiet night at home. Draco was always running scenarios for what to do if things went wrong. She was sure he had at least six exit strategies in case her little revenge situation went sideways.