A thousand ifs, and now she couldn't sleep.  Draco let out a half snore and turned over, and she thought with more ire than he probably deserved that he'd woken her up, made her reassure him that it was fine to release that stupid bird, and now that she was all worried about Pansy he'd finally gone to sleep and left her here, eyes wide and staring at the slow movement of the moonbeam across his hair and face.  She needed to sleep.  She'd promised that she'd help Harry brew Jean's potions tomorrow, and then deliver Pansy's, and she needed her wits about her for both those things.  