Draco woke with a scream, bolting upright and surveying the room with calculated grey eyes. He sighed, falling back against the velvet cushions to pinch the bridge of his nose. The light streaming in the room informed Draco that he'd only been asleep for a few hours. Most likely, the rest of the house would still be fast asleep. Especially, after the night the all had. Christmas Day or not, no one dared to rouse Blaise from his beauty sleep; waking a slumbering bear would be less dangerous. Penny was the same way, he mused, then immediately corrected himself.