The sounds of shuffling around the room catch her attention. Esme feels her limp body being pulled up into the arms of another. Her fingers tremble slightly from the after-effects of the curse. Her eyes locked with Draco's, and a force of air had pushed straight back into her lungs. The scent of vanilla and oakwood flooded into her nose, allowing her to relax in his hold. He was in her reach, and she could breathe again. The daylight shined through her room windows, outlining his tired features.