She pulled open one of her eyes. Everything was heavy. Her eyes, her chest, her limbs. Even her hair felt heavy against her scalp. She could see Draco’s sleeping form curled against her. He had a scowl fixed on his face that reminded her of his Hogwarts days. It was so different than the peaceful man she’d come to know lately. She reached over and dragged her fingernails across his forehead, sweeping his hair out of his eyes. 