Draco stirred a little, humming softly in his sleep, and Harry’s eyes caught on a red petal that he had dislodged, that was now floating gently to the ground. He frowned to himself, finding petals scattered all over the floor that he imagined they had moved in their sleep. Petals, and pillows - enormous fluffy pillows. Too many to sleep with, that was for sure. How strange. Why had the -?